My brother texts our sister to wish her a Happy St Pat's Day but doesn't text me. I know because I'm standing next to my sister when she receives the text. What's that all about then? I'll call him and Pop later on. (Update: Because I know you're interested. I've spoken to brother and all is cool. I'm off to the studio to bastardise magazines and listen to Marty Robbins.)
Anyway it's a bright sunny day so we walk up Mare Street passing the Dolphin ("Private Party, Regulars only") where there's a load country music blaring out; The Ship ("Guiness £2.20"); Maddigans ("Guiness £2") and various other places with similar enticing offers but the best is the pub under the bridge by Marks and Spencers where between 2.30pm and 6.30pm you can get a £2 pint of Guiness with "complimentary Cabbage and Bacon". Hmmmmmmm. The fancy place opposite is doing an all inclusive Guiness, Irish stew and Irish coffee for £8 but that doesn't really do it for me.
This isn't one of my pictures, it's from the wonderful Houston Chapter of the GPA (Greyhound Pets of America) annual St Pat's Day Parade.