Slattery’s , Rathmines
Pints…go!
Pints… prepare to stop.
Pints… stop!!!
(First drop* of alcohol passing my lips since 10 January 2017)
* There may have been more than one drop last tonight…
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Forget about all those so-called experts and other governmental advisers on astronomical fees.
The Big Nose Club, in its emergency meeting last night in Mulligan’s, managed not only to identify the world’s most crippling issues (pint 1 to 3), but we also managed to find swift, easily implementable and measurable solutions to these problems (pint 4 to 6).
Emails were duly sent this morning to the UN Security Council, the European Court of Justice, Brian May, Theresa May, the Nobel Committee, NATO, Enda Kenny, Amnesty International, the UNHCR, the IMF, the Pentagon, the Holy See, the Blind Drunk, the WWF, the WTF, the Grand Mufti of Saudi Arabia, the AA and Teddy’s ice cream parlour in Dun Laoghaire.
We are now waiting for the replies to pour in. And kudos. And expressions of eternal gratitude. And awards.
Stoutperforming the competition
Ok, technically not a pint, more like three. But still! What a wonderful new sense of moderation for me.
I have to say that the price of a pint in the city center is eye-watering. But still. Even if the pint of stout had been selling at half price (EUR2.60), I would still have stuck to my guns.
Three pints and a chat with Christophe.
In the only pub in the city center where you stand half a chance of scoring two seats and a reasonably quiet environment.
A sure sign of old age is the ability to keep the number of pints to a trio, and an inability to cope with excessive noise.
And a certainty that painted-on trousers are exclusively for the young ones.
A pint and a chat
It’s all about the strategy, like
About to embark on three days of bouncing ideas in the think-tank of steak holders.
With my colleagues from Belgium, France, Germany, Poland and Slovakia. And the big boss from Boston.
Vita asked me to have a one hour pre-meeting warm-up lap for the aul neurons.
So I did what any strategic thinker would do in this situation.
I took him to Lockie’s for two swift cheeky pints.
Mrs mememe2UÂ and I all too rarely get a chance to go out together (and gorge on squid croquettes).
So I took her to the red light district.
As you would.
In and around Dublin 