em, we may have caused a scandal in Wellingtonbridge. Us three ladies decided to go for an early evening pint before dinner. We were faced with the usual delimma of not knowing what pub to go into in rural ireland. This one was right in front of us so we sauntered on in. There was no-one in the lounge so we switched to the bar area. We ordered pints and were the object of much staring. The bar had just a few patrons, some seemed normal, and other seemed like characactures! The sight of three women in a pub even led to the barman getting our order wrong. I’m used to the pub/shop combo in rural ireland, but something I’ve never seen before is a pub/estate agents. We couldn’t help wonder if some people come home from a night on a bender and realise that instead of chips, their 3am purchase was actually a house! The scandal we caused happened when the rugby match came on. Only one of our number was into watching it, and we were annoying her. So she sent us out to buy some cans while she watched the last 10 mins of the first half — the plan was to get home for the second half. As two of us left we heard the murmur start, and it got louder when our friend was there on her own. «they’ve left one behind, they’ve left one behind» begain to reverberate all over the bar with increasing degrees of distress(probably not helped by her shouting at the tv!) In the end she left and joined us in our discovery that the shop at the garage only sold wine and not beer! We went back to the bar to buy take out cans. This absence and return seemed to give the punters time to pluck up the courage to talk to us, and attempt to get their twinkly eyes working. Needless to say we got the hell out of there as soon as we got our booze… and I went home to the delimma of how to cook when sightly sozzled. I would give one star, but you know you have to give it an extra star for the twilight zone experience!
