Apr 22, 2006 10:00
And so it transpired that the one day of the past quarter century upon which I actually wanted to visit a pub was the one day of the year when I couldn't, the sale of alcohol being prohibited by law on Good Friday.
When I was a boy, my father bade me watch the skies on Good Friday, for the inevitable deluge which would issue forth from the tenebrous heavens, in adumbration of God's displeasure with man. This invariably materialised as forecast, but it was quite some years before I realised that the likelihood of leaden skies and appreciable rainfall appearing over the Greater Dublin area on any given April afternoon stood somewhere in the region of 100%.