Published 25/08/2011 | 05:00
•Sitting as I often do, of an evening, sipping a slow pint, there's not much of life that doesn't come your way. Not terribly long ago, I recall young ladies being ushered into the snug for wearing slacks; others were thrown out for looking for a drop of water with their whiskey.
Nowadays, young ones come in wearing little more than the skin they were born in. They could throw back a pint quicker than John Wayne.
And what harm of it?