Any Irishman who comes here is lucky. Even if he looks like the back of a bus and is rough around the edges, he will get mobbed by the ladies. I have seen it with my own two eyes. A few years ago I knew such a man from Dublin. In Ireland we would have called him a “gurrier”. No woman in her right mind would have gone near him. However the Australian girls thought he was God’s gift. When I was nosey and asked them about it, they told me they loved his accent. It seemed to be the only reason for the attraction.
He was no Prince Charming. He must have thought he was in heaven.