IrishBeerHistory

S at in Silence, all alone In the darkened bar. No wise words to say. Thoughts closing, from afar, No ears to listen anyway. A ll quiet, exc...

F or as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved written fiction. First came those skinny hardcover books such as The Little Red Hen, Rapun...

A TELEPHONE shrills in the Brewery Fire Brigade night quarters at 84 James's Street. “There's been an accident.” “Where?” “In the b...

“T his stout is of full Alcoholic Strength, and possesses great body, as shown by the proportions of Malt Extract present. It is quite free ...

… t o run “as dim eyed animals do, towards any glittering object, were it but a scoured tankard, and mistake it for a solar luminary” … Mem...