WHILE reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took me son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from the cottage. I got him a Guinness. He didn’t like it so I drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny’s. He didn’t like that either so I drank it.
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager? He didn’t. I drank it.
I thought maybe he’d like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson’s; nope!
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland’s finest. He wouldn’t even smell it. What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realised he just didn’t like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.