Busy Times

Come On, Say Please

Two Irish guys, around 50 years old, were sitting at one of the tables in the bar today. They ask me for a couple of pints of Guinness. I do the first pour on the pints (you pour Guinness in two steps, first pour about four fifths of the pint, wait for it to settle then pour the rest), and went out to get the money while waiting for it to settle.

"That'll be six Euros please"
"Don't we get our pints first?"
"Oh, I promise I will bring them out with the change... and if I don't you know where I work", I smile at my lame joke.
"Oh son, you haven't hear my reputation - I would just shoot you."
I do my best to smile while taking the money.

When I take the pints back out to them the guy decides to make me feel better by teasing me about getting beat by the English in the rugby world cup. I don't make any jokes about getting beat by the English for several hundred years.

Taking it Easy

Work is fairly slow at the moment - the calm before the storm of Christmas, when we are going to be silly busy. That is fine with me, because I have plenty of socialising to do, and that needs time (for the socialising and the hangovers).

There are two big parties over the next two nights, and then my old flatmate Julia from Brisneyland will be visiting on Sunday. We plan to get out of Dublin and have a look around, which will be great. I have been here for a fair while yet, and all I have seen is inner-city Dublin.