The price of a pint

“There are only three certainties in life”, I said last night in Ron’s.

“What are they then?”, said Dirty Dave.

“Ohh, I know. I know”, said Stinking Pete.

“Go on then. Let’s hear yours”, I said.

“One, clove rock sweets will always taste like licking the top of a battery. Two, dogs always circle three times before they lie down to go asleep. Three, no matter where you go you’ll always come across some self-important, self-aggrandising cunt who makes you want to kick holes in walls”.

“They’re good but they’re not right”.

“I’ll have a go then”, said Dirty Dave.

“One, at least once in your life you’ll get an all chocolate Kit-Kat. Two, bluebottles are fat, buzzy cunts. Three, no matter how shit something is there’s always someone who will like it”.

“Not bad. But not what I had in mind”.

“Well, tell us yours then”.

“Easy, you’re born, you die, and the price of a pint will always go up”.

“Oooh, yeah. I read that Diageo are putting 10c onto the price of a pint, the scabby fuckers”.

“And they will continue to do so with impunity for as long as we’re alive. Then you have the Vintner’s complaining that people don’t go to pubs as much any more when it’s their fault in the first place. Speaking of which, pint please, Ron. The high prices are artificial because they stifle proper competition with their powerful political lobby. That cunt McDowell might have been a cunt but at least he tried to get the café licence thing going only to be told from ‘on high’ that he was to drop it like a hot snot. I wonder does Bertie ever pay for a pint in this country? Probably not. If he did he’d know how fucking expensive it was. And it creeps ever upwards, how long will it be before the €10 pint. You might laugh but that day is coming. Just you wait and see. The price of booze in this town would drive a man to sobriety. We’ll all sit in bars with bottles of homemade wine that tastes like tramp’s piss mixed with the stagnant blood and cum of septic donkey because just won’t be able to afford to drink in pubs. It’s a ghastly thought but we have to face the reality-’

‘Pint of Guinness, Twenty’, said Ron.

‘Cheers’.

‘That’ll be €2.40′.

‘Jaysus, Ron, that’s 20c more expensive than the last pint’.

‘Suck it up, you moaning bitch’.

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