Tony popped up on the stool next me. How’s she cutting, Sneezy? Haven’t seen ya in ages. Ah grand, Toe. How’s things going with the band? Any pick up? If you’ll excuse the pun. The what? Doesn’t matter. Are yez busy at all these days. No. Fek all happening. Played last night. Wedding. Good gig. [...]
For a couple of months now I have been hearing pub-talk about signs appearing on building sites in Poland saying “No Irish”. A kickback to the “No Irish need apply” signs that appeared in the UK after the war and the “No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs” signs on boarding houses in the 1960s. Like [...]
When he was younger he ran the family pub but left it to flirt briefly with the restaurant trade before returning to his true calling – pulling pints. And so he became know as the Re-publican. A master of malapropism and maladroit with words generally, he has always been good for a giggle. On slow [...]
In the shop No. Not really. I just cancelled my direct debit to World Vision Ireland – A smoker when it was suggested the budget’s 50c hike in the price of cigarettes must be hurting him in the pocket. In the bookies We’ll never flippin’ match that – Ladbrokes staff to a punter (a bank [...]
- What’ll they get into next? – Who? – BIC. – The pen crowd? – Yeah, them. But they make razor blades and razors too. And lighters. And Tippexy stuff. And glue. And crayons. It was in the paper that they’ve even come up with a mobile phone. What’ll they get into next? – Condoms? [...]
I had my suspicions this wasn’t the first pub Peadar had visited today – he came through the door like a chicken with rubber legs. I buried my head in the newspaper. Not fast enough – he’d seen me and the free stool beside me. · Practising reading upside down I see, Sneezy. · Drunk [...]
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