As St Paddy’s day rolled around, I found myself working out the London office for a change.

This worked out to be very handy, because there was a half-decent Irish pub just round the corner. As always on St Paddy’s day, they were handing out the silly hats and glow sticks whenever large quantities of Guinness were purchased.

As it was the 250th anniversary of Guinness, the lads and I of course obliged and by the time we finished up some 6 hours later, we had amassed a pretty fair collection of both hats and glowsticks as you can see from the Photos. Eventually, I staggered off into the darkness, wearing a hat covered in glow sticks. I had wisely elected to leave the car at home and I slept comfortably on the train all the way back to Basingstoke.

As I stumbled over the doorstep and carefully swayed into the kitchen, I was asked “How many pints?”. All I could say was “Count the glowsticks. I’m off to bed” … *Hic*

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