Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: A thirst-making quest…
I'm in an off-licence with one of my sons.
Lovely, says you. It's a day out with one of the children, kind of an adult version of a trip to the zoo. And it is lovely - any excuse to be with the kids, especially since they've grown up and left. Except it's dragging on a bit.
I said an off-licence, not the off-licence. The off-licence is only up the road, tucked in between the Spar and the Hickey's, and it has anything I'd ever be interested in drinking. But, so far, myself and the son have been in four different off-licences and I'm beginning to wonder if I should have brought a change of clothes and my passport.