The drinking gene
I'm just back from the offy/off-licence (liquor store for the yanks) there and you'd swear it was the end of the world. Frantic is a word that comes to mind. It was like the scene we didn't see before the opening credits of 28 Days Later-just before it all goes wrong.
Beer drinkers were grabbing cider, whiskey drinkers-vodka. Mass confusion, which reminds me of the whole point of (The?) Easter. Although I don't participate myself, I was under the impression that Easter was a time of prayer and for families to gather and be. A Euro Thanks Giving if you like. For all intents and purposes a spiritual time of year. Going by the random, pin ball-esque to-ing and fro-ing in my local offy tonight, the only thing that was spiritual was the vodka.
The proprietor informed me that they re-open for business on Saturday.
Happy Easter
Beer drinkers were grabbing cider, whiskey drinkers-vodka. Mass confusion, which reminds me of the whole point of (The?) Easter. Although I don't participate myself, I was under the impression that Easter was a time of prayer and for families to gather and be. A Euro Thanks Giving if you like. For all intents and purposes a spiritual time of year. Going by the random, pin ball-esque to-ing and fro-ing in my local offy tonight, the only thing that was spiritual was the vodka.
The proprietor informed me that they re-open for business on Saturday.
Happy Easter
posted by Steafán Hanvey at 9:35 PM
1 Comments:
This is indeed very, very funny and picturesque. I have tears. Thanks for bringing me to the Armageddon on the cusp of the moveable feast. Bless us, brilliant!
Happy Easter
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