Ireland is turning into a dinner-party republic - only the pub can save us now
There will come a time when fun will be outlawed. There were so many anti-drink articles in this paper I was going to turn myself into the local Garda station and confess to being a barman.
But there are worse. Thousand are housebound by red wine and men who cook big dinners late at night. Ireland is turning into a dinner-party republic, and only the pub can save us.
Insular groups are coming together in cells, like IRA men. They know only what the company knows and whatever you say, say nottin' until the red wine flows, and then drink until your tongue is as red as a vampire's.