Was in a pub earlier in the week and sitting at a table across from me were three likely looking lads. The sort of lads that if you opened your door and found them standing there hitting bats into their open palms you’d think ‘Oh flaps, I am done for’.
Saying they were rough around the edges would be kind to them. The curious thing though was that two of them were drinking pints of Guinness, which is fairly normal, the third guy was drinking glasses of Rosé, which is not.
I suppose it just goes to show you can’t judge people by appearances (apart from the ones whose faces you hate the minute you look at them). He was a big chap, in fairness, slightly round of belly so maybe he had been advised by the doctor to stay away from the Guinness. Rosé just seemed an odd choice to me as I sipped gently on my Pimms.
I’d say he was the meanest one of them. You need to be hard to get away with drinking Rosé.
Had a relation once who was told to give up the sauce. He took to drinking Rosé ‘cos it’s so ‘mild’ like. It probably is if you don’t drink 2 or 3 bottles of it a day like he did.
I’ll stick to me Babycham.
You should have given him a wedgie and told him to man up.
I sometimes drink Smithwicks, the rosé Guinness … but I’m not scary enough to drink rosé wine without looking like a total gaybo.
Any day now Paul Williams will start writing about the evil crimelord known to his cronies as THE CORKSCREW.
I ordered a mineral water in Doyles last night and was immediately labelled a benny by the barmaid. I quickly reverted to Smithwicks.
I want to punch Paul Williams.
Phew, close call, Radge.
Conan – Anto “Matteus” Maguire
I’d like to eat a lump of shite and then french kiss paul williams
Pubs are for ruffians. I only frequent bistros and wine bars – meet a nice class of girl there.
How is life in the 60s, maggot?
I’m only in my 50s twenty but my masseuse says I have the prostate of a twenty year old. Should hope so, I paid a bloody fortune for it!
Which Maggot, the prostate or the massage?
With my looks I get massages for free HM.
Maybe it wasn’t rosé, maybe he puts away such an impressive amount of alcohol every day that he pees blood and brought some out in a glass to impress his mates…em…and then drank it?
Do you have much time for that between ‘exercise’ and ‘lights’ out?
“Barmaid in Doyles”
are you sure now it wasnt a wig and some very crude make-up?
Some years ago, I was in a bar in a fairly rough part of Paris late in the evening. In walk 3 local hardos (as they would have been called in the ol days – Jaysus I haven’t used or heard that word since the 70s), dressed in white tracksuits, big runners, bling and matching scars. “Oh Shit, here;s trouble” I thought as I desperately looked for the nearest exit. Needn’t have worried. They marched up to the bar and ordered a campari and 2 coffees and then proceeded to chat the best looking women in the bar.
jesus les, have you been waiting 30 years to squeeze that one into a conversation…
I’m partial to a champagne cocktail called a Bellini. I spent a week in the Berlin Hilton drinking them with a bavarian dude who sells heart machines of some sort. He sends me bavarian honey every now and then. I send him Jameson. When I stayed in The Europa in Belfast recently the barman hadn’t a fucking clue how to make a Bellini. He did try though.
I bet the prissy bitch Didier Drogba drinks them too.
Never judge a man by his choice of poison. It’s a bum steer.
Paul Williams makes me puke.
Never had campari les; I shall order it next time.
Bistro and Wine Bar maggot?
You should be going to The Botanic Garden and is this you at The Apartment?
http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/entertainment/northern-ireland-nightlife-in-pictures-13906774.html?ino=61
I’ve been squeezing that into conversation every chance I get
Fuck Itchy, that’s a mate of mine. Can be a bit of a cock though…
maybe u cant judge people by the drinks they drink either. coulda been the meanest cunt in the world
sounds like you just met the Mitchell brothers and their mate Minty,roite ard facking geezers too they are.fuck me itchy, i’d love to roger the hole off young tracey in yonder photo.
Campari is vile, worse than dubonnet. Rancid mouthwash.
They say Carlos the Jackal was a divil for the West Coast Cooler.
why is west coast cooler gay and pear cider not? These kind of things keep me awake well in the day mostly
You need to be hard to get away with drinking Rosé.
I like Rosé! Does it mean…?
go way and stop checkin out the fellas that wander into pubs ye pack of bumders
wine bars are great. my father installed a wine bar in my home and my wife also loved it ;`: