So today is supposed to be Arthur’s Day?
What a load of unadulterated boiled piss.
I enjoy my Guinness along with the next man [provided the next man doesn’t rob my pint], but all this crap about Arthur’s Day is getting on my wick.
For a start, it is yet another feeble attempt by a big business to coerce us. It is a very thinly veiled attempt to increase sales and push Guinness for all it’s worth, and I hate any kind of mind manipulation even if it does involve my drink of choice.
I started on pints a looooong time ago. So long ago that I can’t remember when. It was back in the days when canned Guinness wasn’t heard of, and a lot of pubs only served half-pint or pint bottles. As a result, the pint glass was reserved for those who drank piss like Harp or Double Diamond, as every dog in the street knows that you drink bottled Guinness out of a half-pint glass. To order a bottle and a pint glass was the kiss of death, and you’d be lucky to leave the pub in one piece. It was just not done.
Now they are trying to turn the stuff into some kind of fucking Mardi Gras! They are trying to turn the pint of plain into a fucking yuppy drink.
It should be banned under the blasphemy laws.
I’m going for a pint.