Breaking a silence of approximately 3.5 days, pensioner Tony Connolly relieved himself of a classic Galway cliché, to the annoyance of ‘early drinker’ Thomas Joseph Guiney.
“Christ Tony, I thought you were fucking dead,” the Ramble Inn regular replied to the 65 year old, who appeared affronted Mr Guiney wasn’t taking his warning seriously enough.
“You won’t feel it,” he repeated irritably, “you won’t feel it!
Mr Guiney mimed banging his head off the counter before asking Tony if he’d ‘feel it’ if he bought him a pint.
A tense atmosphere developed, as Connolly whose initials had inevitably led to his being dubbed ‘Top Cat,’ stroked his beard but did not reply.
Eventually barman and proprietor Eamon Halligan, observed that “Mr Connolly will not take a drop of porter during Lent but might be persuaded to have a small whiskey.”
“Make it a large one,” TJ Guiney replied, “because Jesus Christ, Eamon, I can’t be listening ta that? He’ll be telling us next that rent is ‘dead money’.”