As a non-alcohol drinker, trying to "go irish" in the bar proved to be pitiful fiasco. Everyone was enjoying their "pints" as if they were water in the middle of the desert and I have to admit I was a disgrace of unpleasantness while facing a candid "irish coffee" I could not swallow at all, despite my efforts to do so.
Three tiny sips of it and I was done with a poor lamb´s face that could easily be used to melt the heart of a thick skinned old viking.
Mark on my internal AGENDA: I am NOT a drinker. Bring me my EVIAN water, please.
Sorry, lads, I´m not cool. Much more of a f.......g disgrace, that I am, mates!:)))
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