Treaty’s lack of intensity a damning indictment

We weren’t supposed to be drinking but we were parched with the thirst and feeling sorry for ourselves so I called three pints.
A good friend of ours, Peter Cosgrave, was sitting at the bar and as the pints were being pulled, he piped up: “Dalo, the next time ye go to Thurles and don’t bother yereselves trying, you might tell us beforehand to save us a few bob.”