Last Saturday night, on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, I had the privilege to finish off the Burns Hotel’s last remaining bottle of Walker & Scott Irish Whiskey. On Sunday I went to London.
During the Scotland-Ireland Six Nations Rugby match, I opted to wear my Glasgow Celtic jersey, and sup on some tasty Guinness Hop House 13 Lager!
During the Iceland-Croatia World Cup match, I decided to drink the bottle of Guinness Original XX that had been sitting in my fridge since sometime in March.
Yesterday I walked 3 miles North from my house to the village of Haxby, where I stopped in at the local pub for some weightlifting. 20+ ounce weights to be approximate.
Happy New Year to all my readers! Long ago, I told myself that as long as I got more views in each successive year, I would continue to put in a good effort on my blog. And for the 3rd year in a row, I have received more views than the previous year, so that means that in 2018 I will continue to give it a good go!
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit!
There, now that I’ve got my fake Irish pretensions out of the way, let’s get on to the real business. (I am one eighth Irish, don’t ya know.) St. Patrick’s Day, one of my favourite holidays; Guinness Stout, one of my favourite beers! Who knew that the Irish were actually good at a few things? Not several hundred years worth of English pigs it would seem!