There's nothing more inherently Irish than telling everyone you hate heading out for New Year's Eve and then being the drunkest man in town that night. Barry weighs in, whatever good that does! Me: Well, Barry? You all set for New Years? Are you heading out on the town? Barry: Are you gone soft in … Continue reading Barry’s Rants: New Years Eve
You meet a whole array of characters over Christmas, and none more annoying and amusing as your resident crank, Barry. He filled me in on his typical Christmas at home by the Lee. Me: Well, Barry, what's the craic? How was your Christmas? Barry: Alrite kid! How are you bai? Haven't seen you in a … Continue reading Barry’s Rants – Christmas
Well, horse? How are we getting on now? You off training? The bag on your shoulder! You always have it with you. The gym? Ah jaysus, you’re not one of those lads, are ya? I had high hopes for you, Dalton boi. Just another young sheep is all you are! I wonder would you be … Continue reading Barry’s Rants: The Gym
This week Barry declines my invitation for a coffee and goes on another expletive-filled rant. Starbucks, the mighty coffee giant, falls under his scrutinous gaze. Jaysus, sure what are ye after now? Coffee? Where? Not a hope in hell am I going back to that Starbucks place. After the furore the last day and my … Continue reading Barry’s Rants: Coffee, Pt. 2.
I bumped into an auld fella at the bus stop last week. Short, half hunched over, half a major burning away in his hand. He was wearing an old, patchwork jacket and a flat cap. He saw my Cork City jersey and we started chatting. Now, I didn't let on to him I know sweet … Continue reading Barry’s rants: Coffee, pt. 1.
