Cowboy's

My sister works in a pub at night to fund her hectic social life and pay for a college text book or two. The following is an incident she witnessed the other night at work. Non Irish readers of this story probably won’t get it but hey, I don’t get why millions of American's like baseball or peanut butter. There are cultural differences between societies. These exist to maintain diversity, thus spawning stories...

“I saw the funniest thing on Sunday night. I really wish you'd been there with your trusty camera."

"The scene: Across from The Village Inn there's a dodgy lane where I’ve never dared go. Down the end of the dodgy lane is a dodgy stable where all the local teenage tracksuit-wearing-John-Player-Blue-smoking-cider-drinking scumbags keep their horses. Now I don't know if it was a rival band of horsemen that set the stable alight but somebody did. The little scumbags were quick enough to get their steeds (by that I mean pie-bald horsie’s) out."

"So I went out to see what all the commotion was about. The rain was torrential and there, standing outside Dario's chipper was a kid of about 7, filthy, wearing the uniform tracksuit and holding the reins of a giant black horse. I thought it totally summed up Dublin. Dirty little kid, 11 o'clock on a school night, standing outside a
chipper in the pissing rain with his horse."

"That's the stuff of guide books.”