Usually I wouldn't give a single solitary fuck about going to a pub on Paddy's day but jesus today I've a thirst on me. I'd happily have sat in a packed superpub being jostled left, right and centre while Bressie or The Script or The Coronas or whatever god awful Irish band was pumped out over the speakers so loudly I couldn't hear the person next to me. It would be worth it for this. The black gold. The pint of plain.
Look at it. Isn't it just glorious.
I'm off to have a sob now.
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