Some of you may be aware that I am partial to a drop of Guinness.

The odd pint of beer on a really hot summer’s day might be OK [not that we get any hot summer’s days] but generally when I have a pint it’s of the black variety.

I don’t quite know what to make of all this Arthur’s Day business.

On the one hand, it’s a harmless thing with a bit of extra live music in pubs [if you like that sort of thing] and on the other, it’s just another piece of crass commercialism.

Last year someone asked Pullit what he was doing in honour of the day and was there live music?  Pullit promptly launched into a solo version of “I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen”.  Unfortunately he knows all the words and once started, we couldn’t shut him up.  It’s a miserable fucking song and goes on forever so it was possibly the only time Pullit ever managed to clear the pub before closing time.  We won’t make that mistake again.

Will I celebrate Arthur’s Day?

A good question.

I might or there again I might not.

You see, I don’t like anyone telling me what to do and when to do it, least of all a fucking advertising campaign.

There again, I may raise a glass of whiskey to the memory of Arthur.

That’s what I call a good compromise.