Sunday, 18 December 2011

An Irishman walks into a bar

and orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I drinks one for each o' me brothers and one for me self."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."

The Irishman looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," He explains, "It's just that me wife had us join that Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. 'Hasn't affected me brothers a bit though.


Well there you have it folks, after six months of assing about as a backpacker I've finally gone and done it.

No, not that bad thing your thinking of. I got a job. Scratch that, I got a paying job. woo!

Hold your applause, it's nothing special, I don't have a title before my name or anything. I got me a job in a....wait for it.....Irish Pub.

I know, i know. How typical, an Irishman in a bar. There are a few jokes in this situation somewhere, I'll leave to you to come up with them am too tired.

I've just completed my 1st week and haven't gotten into the new sleeping pattern yet. I've got bags under my eyes to the point where a punter asked me last nite if I'd been in a fight, but with Redbull as my midnight sidekick I shall persevere.

It's a pretty cool place, it has a main bar, a nightclub, pokie room, cocktail bar and a function/pool room upstairs. The majority of people working in the place are foreigners, by that I mean Irish, Kiwi, Samoan, dutch, french etc etc about 10% are Aussie.

It's been a while since I was behind a bar but it's like riding a bicycle, you never forget....kinda.

Last nite was Kylies X-mas work party which I was supposed to go to but I got this job and couldn't exactly ask for my 1st Saturday nite off. So I missed out on bowling and dinner, but Kylie the wee dear came down to see me at work, cheered me right up. She of course stayed for a few drinks...

I've been told that generally Australian culture is NOT to tip, but that doesn't stop the kind folks of Townsville, I managed $25 last nite. What's more I can earn twice as much in a bar than I ever could as a Butcher back home, screw you U.K ya cheap bastards.

I've just done the washing, Kylie is sleeping off a hangover and I wanna go to the cinema. Lets hope she wakes up in time, I really wanna see Mission Impossible IV.

rito, see you all later.


1 comments:

Mynx said...

Sounds like a job you would enjoy. Congrats and I hope you have a great Christmas