There’s nothing like a Rugby World Cup to bring together people from different nationalities in a unified love of, well, getting absolutely twatted in an Irish bar. As this photo demonstrates, I have consumed enough Guinness to win a variety of Guinness merchandise and to pose for a photo with a guy I had never met, nor do I know who he is now.
Obviously we got on in O’Neils, though what we had in common I do not know. Perhaps we were both utterly wankered. That seems a likely scenario.
Rugby, what a game.