Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge


Of course, I don’t believe a word of it…

Back in the mid-90s I hitched a lift to Galway with a young businessman who drove a shiny black Mercedes. His job, he told me, involved rummaging around the attics and outhouses of rural Ireland and retrieving whatever rubbish he could find: old bicycles, obsolete household utensils, even discarded road signs.

Why, I asked him? He told me about a craze for Irish-themed bars that was sweeping Britain and continental Europe. Bar owners abroad were paying ridiculous prices for the kind of crap generally found gathering dust in our grandparents’ garages. Foot-pedal sewing machines were being used as tables in Bradford; High Nellies were hanging from tavern walls in Bratislava. Read the rest of this article here.

August 2nd, 2010.

3 Responses to “Of course, I don’t believe a word of it…”

  1. huss Says:

    You did a pub review that actually reviewed the pub? Jesus waere ya feelin alright man?

  2. Eoin Says:

    I did it for a bet, Huss!

  3. DD Says:

    Wonders will never cease

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