Here are the five types of students you’ll come across on Paddy’s Day in Liverpool

Paddy’s Day in Liverpool isn’t just a celebration – it’s a full on experience. With the pubs and streets bound to be absolutely packed, and a sea of green everywhere you look, you’ll encounter all sorts of characters. It’s an excuse to day drink a concerning amount of Guinness and show off your Ancestry DNA results everywhere you go, even if you’re only two per cent Irish.

Here’s our guide to the five distinct personalities you’re guaranteed to bump into this St. Patrick’s Day, whether you like it or not. We guarantee that your friend group as at least two of them, sorry not sorry.

The 9am warriors

It’s funny how the only time you manage to wake up for a 9am is not for your lectures, not for your seminars, and not even for that group project you’re meant to be contributing to, but to drink. And yet, somehow, 10 hours later, you’re still going. How are you still full of energy and still managing to down pints like it’s water, when you can’t keep your eyes open at a 2pm lecture? What’s your secret? Pure stamina? Blind determination? A complete lack of care for tomorrow’s hangover? Either way, we salute you. 

There’s always the one friend in your group that is more than happy to get on it from 9am every single year. They power through the day running purely on Guinness and vibes, and will certainly not let you fall at the first hurdle (or huge queue in Soho and Modo). They’ve probably prepared to cook up an Ulster Fry during pre drinks as well. What a soldier.

The ‘I’m actually Irish’ one

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Let me be very clear, there are two distinct types of this student: The fake Irish one, whose great great great grandma once took a day trip to Dublin, and have now made it their entire personality. They’ve adopted a poor Belfast accent after two pints, will remind you that their surname might be of Irish origin, and will fight you over how to properly pour a Guinness.

Then you’ve got the actual Irish student, who just wants to have a good time without hearing another English person say “top of the mornin’ to ya” like it’s the 1800s. They know all the good spots for a decent Guinness and cringe every time their mates attempt, and fail, to split the G on their pint.

The Guinness worshippers

Speaking of, f I hear one more person go on about splitting the G, I swear I’ll throw their pint over their head. We see you wincing every time you take a sip, you don’t even like Guinness! They’ve already committed to the bit, and now they must suffer through every pint, pretending it’s the best drink you’ve ever had. Why put yourself through the painful moment of watching the bartender slowly pour your drink and stare at you whilst they wait for the foam to settle, whilst everyone else is already on their third drink at this point? Hey, it’s about the tradition, not the taste.

The one in a costume

There’s always one, and honestly, they deserve a round of applause. Whether it’s an inflatable leprechaun, a bright green two piece, or they’ve decided to bathe in glitter – you have to respect the commitment. These students never fail to bring the right vibes, and they’ll be flooded with photo opportunities with random people on Bold Street that are in awe of their Paddy’s Day efforts.

Here’s my question: How are you going to explain turning up to your seminar on Tuesday still stained with green face paint?

The lost but loving it one

It happens. Paddy’s Day in Liverpool is absolute chaos, especially in Liverpool. Someone in the group was always bound to go missing at some point, or end up on a random side quest somewhere in Concert Square, but do they care? Absolutely not. They’re making the most of it – downing pints with complete strangers, dancing with a group they met five minutes ago, and living their best life in whatever random bar they’ve ended up in. Will they ever find their way back to their mates? Who knows. Do they even want to? Probably not.

Hearing your front door go as they roll in at 4am with no phone and no dignity is part and parcel of St Patrick’s Day. As long as you know they’re safe and sound on Find my iPhone, and you leave them a house key under the bins, they’ll have the time of their life.

Paddy’s Day in Liverpool really is like no other. Whether you’re repping a ridiculous outfit, aggressively defending Guinness, or simply vibing in a pub with no idea where your mates are, one thing’s for sure. You’ll have a story and a headache to remember.