Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley door pickup 10am - 7pm 3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611

  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
"Say Nothing"-My Brief Career in an Irish Asylum

"Say Nothing"-My Brief Career in an Irish Asylum

Lacey, Christine

Paperback

Series: Say Nothing, Book 1

Biographies GeneralHumorIreland

ISBN10: 1999354591
ISBN13: 9781999354596
Publisher: Lacey Production
Published: Feb 19 2019
Pages: 252
Weight: 0.71
Height: 0.57 Width: 5.50 Depth: 8.50
Language: English

March 1994 and Dublin was buzzing. The Celtic Tiger was hovering on the edge of the city, breathing hot economic promises into the cool night air. The excitement was palpable and to a rule-abiding Yank, the Irish disdain for authority was irresistible. Christine's mid-life adventure, to seek a new existence in Ireland, was an ongoing conundrum to her friends and family, drawing a host of well-intentioned comments and one blinkered observation, They speak English and you can figure out the money, where's the challenge in that? On her first Sunday Holy Hour, she found herself inside O'Donoghue's pub on Baggot Street, listening to music, nursing one pint of Guinness and trying to ignore the second pint that had magically appeared behind it. From nowhere, a man jumped from the floor, onto the bar and Riverdanced between the pints, his dazzling feet meeting her gaze but missing her Guinness. She was mesmerized. Amid rampant applause, the dancer jumped from the bar to the floor allowing the drinking to continue and the barman to carry on. Seeing her with two full pints, the barman stopped. He picked up one and holding it in front of her, he scolded the novice punter, Look here now, he said, this is a living thing. It needs oxygen to survive and you're after killing it. Then he threw out the pint and replaced it with a new one. I'm giving you one more chance, now drink! And as she did, the source of the pint, a music-loving, poetry writing, Guinness guzzling, giant man from Donegal, nudged his stool next to hers. He raised his glass, Slan, he said as the doors were locked for Holy Hour.

Also in

Biographies General

View All