Drinkers will follow the pint at any price, be it to Heaven or to Hell

The Government’s attempt to curb the sale of cheap alcohol reminded me of one of the many stories my late father told me about the customers of a family pub in Tralee.

One regular, ‘Michael’, arrived at the bar counter at 8pm every evening. He drank three pints of Guinness.

He enjoyed the company, discussing football, greyhounds, horse racing and the news. He then walked to his home, where he lived alone.