(Thanks Claire Solan)
Previously: Breaking ‘Good’
Have we lost the true meaning of Xmas?
Favourite Christmas moments (involving the hooch) starring a cast of tipplers including our Emily, above, with her father Jim [who chronicled the Stella Cinema sign drama yesterday] outside the well-stocked Kehoe’s.
Foreign male damn hipster hotness at 1.16.
Not a big Dublin drinker then.
The Irish Brewer’s Association (IBA) has called on the Government to reverse last year’s excise increase on beer and cider which it said is creating significant challenges for the tourism industry and pub sector in Ireland.
The Association highlighted that 30% of the final price of a pint of beer or cider is now comprised of tax, following last year’s 22% excise increase. The Association warned that the current tax levels imposed on the sector are unsustainable and detrimental to Ireland’s economic recovery.
Thanks Colin Taylor
277 pints per person!
The ten biggest beer drinking countries in the world.
Damn thirsty Czechs.
A 21st century ‘swords into ploughshares’ whatsit.
During South Africa’s OppiKoppi festival this August, punters will be able to order beer via their smart phones and have it delivered via parachute from a drone.
The first one is free.
We’re truly living in the future now.
H/T Damian Sullivan
We have two tickets to the Secret Garden Beer Festival on September 15 in Dundrum Town Centre, Co Dublin, sponsored by Deveney’s Off Licence to giveaway.
Boozy poets, come lend me your ear,
The rules to this contest are clear,
Write the best rhyme,
And in almost no time,
You’ll be knocking back pitchers of beer.
Oh yes, it’s a ‘Rick-Off.
Submit Limericks below.
Lines close at
3pm. Extended until 3.30pm
My rhyme’s good, but I hope you don’t pick it
No way am I using that ticket
I’d only get plastered
And act like a b*stard
Keep your prize, you know where to stick it.
A craft beer there was to be had,
In a garden so wonderfully mad,
The secret is easy,
Mass beers makes you queasy,
While craft beer will make you feel glad
Now some people find it quite rum
But to me its a pain in the bum
To wait for a year
For a festival of beer
Only to find its in f***ing Dundrum