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My Great Aunt - born in England of Irish parents, considered herself Black Irish.
Purely as a way to describe the fact she wasn't ginger-haired (Red Irish). My Grandad - her brother - was called Celtic Fair. Which sounds like somewhere you go to drink Guiness and look at horses.
I get the impression that between the Wars, making up spurious names made the Winter evenings pass more quickly...
Interesting IoTD though, Bruce.
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