St Patrick's hangover
I still seem to have a wretched hangover, exacerbated by the smell of paint from a wilting shamrock hanging from the light fitting immediately outside my room. I considered making my way down to the bar for the "heir of the dog that bit me". However, when I passed the delivery entrance I saw a small -pile of kegs marked "Finnegan's Green".
I wonder, I really do wonder if an old friend has been up to his old tricks. I feel it may be therapeutic for me to steer clear of alcohol at this point. I really do want to investigate the town and perhaps make contacts, in any case. The bar can wait, at least until I can ascertain the quality of the beverages.
I wonder, I really do wonder if an old friend has been up to his old tricks. I feel it may be therapeutic for me to steer clear of alcohol at this point. I really do want to investigate the town and perhaps make contacts, in any case. The bar can wait, at least until I can ascertain the quality of the beverages.