To those timorous souls who are ill-equipped for a Dublin drinking bout, the heady heat of an alcohol-fuelled, smoke-filled bar on the skirts of the river Liffey might seem like an inferno (of Dantesque proportions) – but not Honey and Bessie. On the day of my arrival, Sullivan’s was jam-packed with market traders in sluicing […]
On seeing the bookshop in place of the pub, Hank was puzzled and a little bit peeved. He cast his mind back to when he and his old man had last visited the establishment. There had been a fight over a girl and Gardaí turned up on the scene. He and his old man, they […]
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