I owe Max Crawdaddy an apology. He noticed my last post and felt it incumbent to explain to me that whatever happened prior to last week’s Son of Crawdaddy was the fault of none other than Leaping Larry L from All Over The Shop.
I can certainly appreciate his problem. So many times I have been in the situation where people have used powerful persuasive techniques to get me to stay at the pub. Lines like ‘want another drink?’ are difficult to argue; most often I never have an adequate answer.
Max explains that he was in exactly the same position. The silver-tongued Larry had lured him to the Lomond and plied him with beers. Unbeknownst to Max they are putting something into beer these days that addles your brain, stops you from thinking straight.
Tim Thorpe reckons that a mate of his says they are putting something in the beer to give you a headache. I agree with him. I noticed during our trip earlier this year that after a night at Fahey’s Irish pub some people looked terrible the next day.
So Max, I apologise. Next time I see Larry I will chastise him for leading you astray.