A stout defence of a pint of plain

MY brain hurts this morning and it’s not surprising really. Last night, here in this neck of the woods, we had our annual table quiz and there is nothing like it to put my head in an absolute spin.

Naturally, an event of this kind could only be held in a public house. And so it was that my local bar in Coppeen was filled to capacity with all classes of thirsty brain-boxes, vying for the top spot.

Needless to say fun and craic was had by all.