This is a strong
Irish name.
Only the brave get to have this name.
Only the ground breakers, the strand setters.
To make it more special the Lughaigh most have hair of the fire gods, a ginga ninja
one could say. He's fond of fancy silk clothing, especially his grandmother's knickers. He walks around the farmyard with her knickers around his
face shouting I am sigma, I am the
one and only, just like Rick Ashley sang about. His ginger complication bounces the sunlight into Paddy Poitins eyes and keeps the evil pedo away from the farm animals.
The Lughaigh is a specimen of a man, his curly ginger
bap and bright red nipples are enough to charm the chastity belt off many a nun in Linsfort.