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Pissing in my pot

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I do have emotions, you know?

Yes, I have been known to laugh out loud and have even been known to shed a tear.  Yesterday though, I confess I broke down in floods of tears that even had the dog howling.  When I had no further tear to shed, I sank into a deep depression.

What happened to cause this descent into the depths of despair you ask?

Well, I saw a photograph that was doing the rounds.

Badly poured pint

I don’t think I have ever before seen such an abomination.  It is quite the worst pint of Guinness I have ever seen.  It looks like someone pissed into it.  It is tantamount to sacrilege, and whoever poured it should be hung, drawn and quartered, followed by a flaying  and the remains discarded into the deepest pit in the deepest ocean.  Whoever passed the photograph for publishing should also meet an equal fate.  It is a horror and will forever be seared into my retinas.

It was posted originally to advertise a Canadian bar, and to add insult to injury they were advertising an Irish “Patty’s Day”.  Are they aware of the significance of the real Patty’s Day?  If not, maybe someone should tell them.  Fucking perverts!

Apparently the uproar here in Ireland was loud enough to be heard across the Pond, and they subsequently changed the photograph.

What I find somewhat suspicious is the similarity between the two scenes.  I have a sneaking suspicion that they took two photographs with two pints just to piss of the Irish and to grab some headlines.  Well, I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of a massive flow of traffic from this site so I’m not going to mention who they are.

Or maybe the bottom photograph was the original, whereupon someone pissed in it and photographed it again for the laugh, not thinking it would be published?  I’m not giving them the benefit of the doubt.

By way of apology they are offering a free pint and a Jameson to any Irish who drops by.

They can fuck off.

It’s too far even for a freebie.

 

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Pissing in my pot — 18 Comments

  2. It’s too far even for a freebie.

    You’re obviously not from Norfolk then. You can always tell proper Norfolkers in the supermarket cos the first thing they do is head for the ‘Rey-DoouUUust’ aisle. Quite a useful trait though, if you ever need to get shot of anything here you just leave it in the front garden with a ‘Free (Broken)’ sign on it . No true Norfolker can ignore such an offer, even if he has 3 broken lawnmowers already.

    Can’t get too worked up about the Guinness pic though- what do you expect from a race what thinks cottage cheese and gravy go well on chips?!?! (actually they do, believe it or not..once you get over the ‘gag’ factor). Come on, these people brew ‘beer’ from cornflakes (I kid you not) and smoke pure virginia cigarettes. 

    • I take it that Guinness hasn’t reached as far as Norfolk? 

      I knew a woman once who wanted to get rid of her car as it wasn’t up to much.  She left it out on the road with the keys in the ignition and the driver’s window half open.  It worked!  The car was stolen…….  an abandoned a few yards down the road.  Some things you just can’t give away.

      • You know you’re POOR when you park your car in a Norfolk ghetto and return to find it has now 4 new racing slicks and a kick arse stereo.

    • I would need to handle them before passing an opinion.  Personally, I would be quite happy to see those being worn instead of those inane “leprechaun hats”.

      • Irish women use their mandatory “Lucky Charms” hats as underwear?!? Can’t be very practical I would have thought.

      • Cheeky Leprechaun?!? He looks positively psychotic…as if someone had forced him to wear a silly hat or nicked his Lucky Charms….

  6. My Mother came from Roscommon.  As avowed sheep stealers, I still can not allow any brew above the traditional poitin to be better than the black liquid.  Still, it is ok for now. For the sheep, you know.

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