HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE SPORT?

I have to say – and it is very rare that I would say something like this – but the mood in Donleavy’s was a bit downbeat. There just seemed to be a deadness in the air this particular evening. Usually, it was a situation where the ambiance – that beautiful French word – wasContinue reading “HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE SPORT?”

EARLIEST EUREKA MOMENTS.

It was another unpleasant rainy day and evening. The clouds had never moved from their grey state and never allowed any of that wonderful blue sky, that we know lives ‘up there’, to peak through at any stage. The only thing that differed all day was whether the grey clouds would spit on them orContinue reading “EARLIEST EUREKA MOMENTS.”

NOTHING ARTIFICAL ABOUT COW’S INTELLIGENCE.

The weather was brutal. It was December in angry mood. Even the small walk from the cars to the barstools at Donleavy’s bar counter had resulted in rainwater dripping from the foreheads of our three heroes. They shook themselves off as they took to their usual locations with JP in the middle and flanked byContinue reading “NOTHING ARTIFICAL ABOUT COW’S INTELLIGENCE.”

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL.

JP, Mono and Rasher were nicely relaxed in front of their pints on an uncharacteristically warm and dry evening. Mind you – once they were ensconced at the bar counter in Donleavy’s – it didn’t matter what the weather was doing outside. It could be rain or hail or snow or sunshine, and it wouldContinue reading “ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL.”

USA – A SHORT STORY

The three lads weren’t sure whether they were out or whether they were out out. The pints were tasting really good, and Donleavy was excelling himself behind the bar in ensuring that service was hyper-efficient and levels in the pint glass never fell below the critical reorder point before inventory was restocked. Pints kept flowing.Continue reading “USA – A SHORT STORY”

CAN’T IDENTIFY THE CRAZIES

A February night in Donleavy’s. Neither one thing nor the other. Not Christmas Holiday time. Too far away from Easter. Not really winter. No daffodils peaking their heads up to say it is Spring. Cold but not Arctic. A bit of a meaah really. And the meaah seemed to permeate into the conversation, or lackContinue reading “CAN’T IDENTIFY THE CRAZIES”