Hello Monkey chums!

Me and Giantmonk, enjoying a drink at the Waterwitch pub in Lancaster

Today, as any Irishman would tell you, is St. Patrick’s day. Now, I don’t have a drop of Irish blood in my little body, but like the millions of other people that find the day o’the shamrock an excuse to go out and enjoy a pint of the black stuff, I’m not going to let that stop me.

I have started to keep a notebook of all the occasions and details of every pint of Guinness that I drink. To record the location, company and mood of each time I enjoy a stout drink. I think I’ll call it the Guinness Book of Records.

That was smashing

Rating: fantastic.