Connecting with the Norn Irish in me

I live my life as an exile - I've now been living in England for some seven years and counting, with no prospect of returning to the motherland. As a result, I enjoy indulging in anything Northern Irish whenever it's presented to me. One of the avenues of this indulgence is the writings of John Pepper, a columnist for the Belfast Telegraph. I've been rereading his Illustrated Encyclopedia of Ulster Knowledge, which is hilarious in a "so true" sense for anyone from, or for that matter has visited, Northern Ireland. Take this entry under Exile:

"The Exile doesn't exist who fails to prick up his ears at the sound of a familiar accent far from home."

I remember times in Oxford when I had to be dragged away from people after a half hour conversation with a total stranger based solely on our common homeland. While there have been a number of laughs come from it, I'm feeling like getting a copy of it for my English friends, then they might have a fighting chance of understanding what I'm on about when I refer to scallion, sodas or start to talk about it being donkeys since we last did something...