Looks lovely. How much did it cost as a matter of interest @Fitzy?
$13
I had a few pints of Guinness in Malaga recently. All the Irish bars have it on tap now. It’s about €5.50 and a solid 5/10.
There’s something different about it though. Not as creamy or something. Not very bitter either so very drinkable.
I had a pint of it in Belamedina recently to try it.
Owners of the bar had one in Ireland as well and the lager was top notch so I suspected they knew what they were at.
They made the best of it but it was poor. Apparently they had to source it from South Africa which isn’t good.
I bought a custom embroidered cap in Benalmádena.
Will you bring home one of those glasses for me please?
Did you get the bus from Amsterdam to Budapest.
I thumbed.
House talk about gambling and horses… Four of the five male customers drinking a large bottle of Guinness.
Lad (about 50, crop haired, gym-ed) in window seat: “I was a very good jockey, as a young fella, but I never backed a horse in my life. Could have got a job with Vincent O’Brien, but I wouldn’t cut my hair.”
Other customer: “How do you mean…?”
Lad, 50: “I was 15, an apprentice jockey, and I had long hair, and I wouldn’t get it off.”
His girlfriend (of certain age): “I could be going out with a rich man!”
Lad: “What do you mean! Sure, I’d never have met you!”
Girlfriend: “But we might have met anyway!”
Lad: "Would we fuck! Sure, I’d be above in Fairyland –
Other customer: “Fairyhouse.”
Lad: " – Fairyhouse. But, no, not a chance of us meeting. I’d have left Waterford for good."
Girlfriend: “You can get a train to Kildare.”
Lad: “You could, if you knew me. But you wouldn’t. Anyway, when I was 15, you were five.”
Customer: “Would you regret not getting the hair cut?”
Lad: “I do in me fuck…I’m still a great rider!”
Guffaws in the gleams.
Lad: “But I’m here with my lady, and I’m talking about four legged animals.”
Did you chance a large bottle yourself?
One of life’s great pleasures, pub chat
Did you chance a large bottle yourself?
No, on the Beamish, as usual.
I am enjoying my Wednesdays in Waterford.
A half bottle is a Bryson, a full bottle is a Rory.