While I haven't been in Carrick in 12 months, I inadvertently found myself in Mohill last weekend. 2 oul' stagers in Mohill and looking for somewhere different. There's a pair of pubs facing each other at the intersection of the Commercial and Agricultural districts. We went into the pub of the C/B Treasurer (possibly) to find zero clientiele.
A quart of Guinness shared and Zip...Across the road (circa 11.10 pm.) rowled in to a vacant but open hostelry.
At 12 bells we finally re-orientated ourselves to the historical village of Fenagh where upwards of 60 were at full pelt in the monthly "Solo Singer of the year contest". Adjudication was delayed due to late entrants.
Fuckin' townie cunts.