Fresh and clean as a whistle!*

Anybody remember the old Irish Spring bath soap ads from the early to mid-80's? The ones where some County Cork-region village is all jammers with redheaded fellas and birds cavorting about in their oh-so-elegantly trashed medieval peasantware after playing some incomprehensible game like Gaelic Football or Hurling, and all of them, men and women alike, are heading for these outdoor shower-type thingies that make restroom facilities in Kandahar look modern in comparison? And the music playing, some sort of jig thing, making you think someone was going to come out and kick yer arse if you tried to steal 'is Lucky Charms?
Did anyone else think, as a result of these adverts filtered through their childhood ignorance, that Ireland was some sort of middle ages badass wasteland, where one would be much more likely to espy a fire-breathing dragon than, say, an automobile?

I'm just sayin'.


*Hat tip to my wife for helping me remember the tagline from the commercials. No scanger, that lass!