the old stand

It’s something we’ve been talking about for ages…

A boyhood dream, I suppose you’d say. And now that we’re all on the dole, it’s really the ideal time to get cracking. Read the rest of this article here.

The Old Stand

“No pint bottles of Bulmers?” The barman shakes his head. Tommy is shocked. I’d consider the Old Stand one of the city’s better bars: Clean. Quiet. Well run. But my old friend, in Dublin for a birthday tonight, knows better. “No pint bottles,” he declares. “No class.”

This is the same guy, incidentally, who, to the consternation of his wife, served Buckfast at their wedding reception. His opinions on these matters, then, aren’t necessarily definitive. Read the rest of this entry »