Well, no one else seems to have posted about it, so I will!

One week ago a small gathering of the rabble took place. In attendance were your humble reporter, Zardoz, the lovely and talented Mrs. Zardoz---on whose bad side one does not wish to be!---Mark from Dallas and Tattoo Bradley.

The event occurred at Brendan O'Neill's pub and restaurant in the Rice village area. Regrettably (and UNACCOUNTABLY!) Bradley was NOT wearing his weathered Henderson from Matt Newsome. (The shame, the shame!) Well, he was mighty spiffy in a USAK, all of a sudden I don't remember exactly but my guess would be the St. David's tartan. Zardoz, naturally, was proudly proclaiming his potato-eating Mick blood with the Ireland's National from USAK.* Mark, whose handle I do not recall, and gosh I hope I've got his name right, was splendiferous in a second-run X-marks tartan. WOW! Absolutely stunning. Your humble and obedient tried to hold up his sartorial end with a mostly green ensemble (Skagway t-shirt, green hose) set off accenting a Matt Newsome Leatherneck box pleated kilt in sixteen ounce worsted wool.

The coffee was good. The Irish breakfast was tasty and filling. The whisky, later on, was smooth too. The high point, needless to say, was neither the coffee nor breakfast nor whisky---the high point was the chance to meet up with brothers from the rabble, and to meet Bradley and Mark.

The event would have been unmarred by calamity were it not for an overenthusiastic towing policy. In the spirit of turning my frown upside down, however, this did allow us to visit for an extra forty five minutes or so.

It were fun.


* please to note: my reference to Zardoz' "potato-eating Mick blood" is entirely fond in nature, as I have a fair amount of potato-eating blood myself, and it's meant in fond jest and not mean spiritedness or any form of bigotry.