That does surprise me very much, I remember my quest to follow the footsteps of Michael Collins( a sort of hero/patriot of mine) and ended up in the fishing village of Howth just outside Dublin. We went into a local pub and met with some hostile stares from the fishermen ?. I thought it strange because we had never received anything other than very warm hospitality from our Irish hosts elsewhere.I made the mistake of bringing my wife into a bar for men only. A very drunken quizzical man joined us and we learned that he was a labourer once on a building site in the mainland and drank in a local pub in the town that I knew . He was going back to Sutton to finalise his divorce, He was a very friendly guy who obviously realised,as drunk as he was,that I had made an unwitting foxes paw by bringing my wife in the bar..Every other word was effing this and effing that. He apologised between effs to my wife for effing swearing in front of a lady. He was a true gentleman and we were very amused and glad we made that visit. My wife and I still effing laugh about that visit with great memories. :-)