Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Them puzzles is way too tough for me lads, you want Pug for the likes of them, dominoes is my game and I’ve played with some tough characters in me day, in one rough pub down in the docks, aptly named “The Crow Bar” a game of dominoes went into injury time.
I may have posted this poem before but it’s one of my favourites by a man who was no stranger to the old Dublin pubs.
The workman’s friend.
A Pint of Plain is Your Only Man
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night –
A pint of plain is your only man.
When money’s tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt –
A pint of plain is your only man.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare –
A pint of plain is your only man.
In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life –
A pint of plain is your only man.
(Flann O'Brien, also known as Brian O'Nolan etc.)
Brian O'Nolan wrote under several names, his best work to my mind is "At Swim -Two- Birds"
'Plain' porter was Guinness double xx as opposed to the dearer xxx stout, very popular in the 1950's in Dublin city and often called the workman's friend, it wasn't as strong as the xxx and they no longer produce it.