Ah, a new year, I’m a year older, and a little wiser. At least in terms of knowing a little more about me. See, before christmas I sent off a sample of my DNA to be analysed. It was a little more pricey than I thought it would be… I suppose I could have got it done for free by commiting a crime and getting the police to do it, but unfortunately I’d already paid.
No real surprises for me. I’m 77% Irish. My mother’s from Dublin and my father’s family emigrated from Ireland just a few generations ago. 10% West Europe… that’s France and Germany and the bits just around and inbetween. Only 7% British, which is perhaps a little less than I thought, but I guess all this does explain why I never felt any guilt about slaughtering the redcoat scum in Assassin’s Creed 3.
And then there are just amounts of Scandinavian, Greek, Italian and Spanish. I guess it’s all pretty normal for a modern Irish people. There is a part of me that always suspected I wasn’t human at all and was maybe a Vulcan or Martian, but the DNA seems to prove otherwise. I’m okay with it.