Originally Posted by
WES
Good day to you sir.
I have only just recently returned from Lyon where I celebrated my 22nd wedding anniversary. After 2-3 days of bouchons, cathedrals, markets and the like, I fancied a sit down and a couple of pints. To no surprise we quickly discovered an Irish pub and entered.
Family at the bar were Irish, bartender was Irish and I popped off to the gents for quick p1ss before I ordered the drinks. Upon my return my bride of 22 years announced ‘let’s get out of here, I can’t stand the Irish’.
Now here’s the strange bit of this story. Upon hearing this, the mental image that popped into my mind was of you sitting in the Brownswood Park Tavern with a pint of ale and a betting slip in your hand..
:-)