Time to evacuate
I was going to write an insightful piece today about an article in the Sunday Times about blogging in Ireland.
Then I toyed with the idea of doing my own counter-article.
But I am too fucking cold.
There is a gale blowing in through the broken window [I know I should have fixed it, but Herself claims she knows nothing about glazing] and I swear three castrated brass monkeys just walked past outside. The snow is beginning to drift up against the leg of the table.
The car is still a bit iffy, so the village is out. All I have in the house is a spare can of Guinness. Knickers.
I think it is about time to cash in on the time of year.
I think I may just wander around to a neighbour’s house with my can of Guinness and wish them Season’s Greetings.
Of course the poor saps will feel obliged to invite me in.
They usually have a warm house.
And a grand stock of drink.
They reckon 44F and sunny here today. A nice afternoon to sit in the pub and look out the window. Plenty of Guinness there to be had at $5.50 a pint . The theivin’ Hibernian bastards !
TT – 32F here [or lower] and the sun is setting. And fuck you with your €3.80 for a pint of Black. Mind you – it is that piss we export! Heh!!
hmm… sounds like a plan. I wonder who I should visit.
oh – hang on – some fecker’s knocking at the door with a can in his hand.
.-= Kae Verens´s last brainfart .. novelrank =-.
Works out about the same price according to the on line cuirency convertor.
Kae – That was a nice malt you have had there. Thanks.
TT – You’re paying €3.80 and we are paying €4 ++ ?? And we make the stuff here??? No transport costs?
We are expected to pay a tip as well. 15% minimum. Which puts it at what? 4.5 Euros? I tell you a pub has to be a good business over here where the customer pays the staffs wages. The owner has to pay them only $2.30? an hour, when the minimum wage is suppose to be $7.25.