It’s 17.59 ... 50 million pints, please

SURE Jaysus who could imagine 50 million pints of the black stuff being sunk around the globe at the same time.

Arthur must’ve been lickin’ his lips while the masses of punters watched the creamy heads settle on the glasses down in St James’s Gate. What with that Tom Jones fella, yer man Cowen and those other musician types it was a mad bash. That Jones fella’s suggestion for a hangover cure is a weird yoke though. A hairy dog?? Wha??

But enough of this lark, I’m off for a quiet jar of the black stuff in Mulligans. Outside St James’s, you can still hear the movement of kegs and sure the whiff of hops over the stinkin’ Liffey will keep the air clean for another night.