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Better Than Bryan McFadden

Bit of a late riser this morning. At a christening yesterday, which, surprise surprise, turned into a bit of a session. I haven’t gone to the pub on Sunday in about 6 months - I just don’t like Sunday pub crowds. Every screeching tart in town comes out all dolled up with their football jersey clad fellas and usually about 6 of their 9 kids.

I also hate the smell of food in pubs, and should you be lucky enough to actually get a seat on a Sunday, the chances are you’ll end up dipping your elbow in brown sauce or something.

Also, my local has a shite cover band playing on Sunday, who I also cannot stand to listen to.

But I digress.

Basically I went out yesterday, got pretty scuttered, and staggered off home at around midnight. After a brief conversation with two inquisitive Gardaí (they wanted to know if I knew where I was going) I got home safe and sound.

However, I forgot to set my alarm clock, which was still set for Saturday’s getting up time of 2pm.

So I needed to call a taxi to get to work before 10.

And in the taxi, I heard Ray D’Arcy shiteing on about something or other on the radio - he really is an annoying little prick - that resulted in him playing the above video (yes, video on the radio, you know what I mean).

It made me laugh. I love culchies.

February 11, 2008
Categories: Drink, Stupid Culchies, Wurld Wurd Wurb . . Author: oftroad

7 Comments

Comment by Katie on February 11, 2008 11:41 pm
I miss Sunday pints but don’t do it anymore for all the reasons above. Bring back pubs that don’t serve food and while we’re at it, ban all kids - they’ve no place in a pub.

Coincidently, I was late for work this morning..2 hours late..that went down well.
Comment by National Disgrace on February 12, 2008 11:34 am
Carvery makes my blood boil
Comment by Govstooge on February 12, 2008 12:59 pm
I fucking hate carvery pubs with a passion. I think whoever thought them up should be themselves carved up under those fucking horrible lights that dry out every bit of fucking juice out of the food. And their kids too. FUCK I hate those suburban “super pubs” that seem to specialise in this shit!! Snarl… gnash… Give me a pub with spit on the floor and a dog lying in front of the fire. At least you are 100% guaranteed not to get the shits out of one of their pints.
Comment by OFTR on February 12, 2008 7:15 pm
too fucking right dudes

however, if I ventured into town on a SUnday to one of my regular haunts, I’d en up just as drunk and even later home.

I miss being young.
Comment by Juno on February 12, 2008 9:09 pm
You drink too much.
Comment by oftroad on February 12, 2008 9:14 pm
no, I drink badly.
Comment by National Disgrace on February 12, 2008 10:56 pm
Ah, dogs in a bar.. I was recently in Madrid. Every bar had a dog, two paws on the bar.. that’ll put an end to the carvery..