Ryan Tubridy

I was going to say two people.

One out of one child, Claire and myself.

And me being the child.

But we went to, it was really, really, apart from the sailing itself was beautiful, but it's very, it's all very clean and calm and really well organized.

I was impressed, put it that way.

Got to Hollyhead and drove to Oxford, decided to stay in Oxford for the night just to break up the journey a little bit and went for a little walk around, but completely exhausted from all the driving and traveling and everything.

And

I got as far as a pub called the Turf Bars down a little alleyway.

It's really lovely.

Look it up.

I'm sitting down having, thankfully, a glass, an IPA, because I don't like Guinness in English pubs, to be honest with you, apart from the one in Soho, the Devonshire, obviously.

Yeah.

I sorted that out the next night, I can assure you.

Anyway, the point I'm saying is that I had one drink there because I was so taken aback by it.

The poor two fellas came out.

It looked like they'd been punched in the face.

They were carrying the worst Guinness I've ever seen in my whole life.

The two of them looked like they were... It was kind of like the Irishman's equivalent of a funeral pyre.

They were walking around...

holding these pies and I took a picture of it and I spared their blushes by covering their faces but people were saying oh yeah we used to call that the bishop's collar because it was like a vicar's priest collar all collar and no shirt anyway it was quite shocking so Turf beautiful pub and but that Guinness lads you gotta get your act together apparently they were pouring the way they poured it