Chateau Liffey 2011

Niiiiiiice.

Had a great Big Nose Club session tonight.

Things are so badly and irremediably f*****d at this stage that we do not analyse, criticize, speculate or formulate opinions.
We just have the craic.
Today we celebrated the arrival of my medical card.
Sometimes, it is good to be poor.

Here we have Vivian detecting hints of stout (well more than hints), bleach (the guy who cleaned the pints last night is a germophobe), cheese and onion crisps (but that's the bits stuck between his teeth) and Lynx (the barman wears a classy aftershave).

The guy in the other room is denying just having farted. In the good old days before the smoking ban, no one would have detected this incongruous lingering flatulence (with hints of egg and cabbage, a very long finish and depth to beat the band).