Two men meet for a pint – or two – in a Dublin pub. They chew the fat, set the world to rights, curse the ref, say a last farewell… In this second collection of comic dialogues Doyle’s drinkers ponder:
– a topless Kate Middleton
– Barack and Michelle Obama (‘fuckin’ gorgeous’)
– David Beckham (‘Would you tattoo your kids’ names on the back of your neck?’ ‘They wouldn’t fit’)
– Jimmy Savile (‘a gobshite’)
– the financial crisis (again)
– abortion (again)
– and horsemeat in your burger…
Once again, those we have lost troop through their thoughts – Lou Reed, Seamus Heaney, Reg Presley, Nelson Mandela (‘he should never have left the Four Tops’), Phil Everly, Margaret Thatcher, Shirley Temple – and they still have that unerring ability to ask the really fundamental questions like ‘Would you take penalty points for your missis?’
