Where will the dedicated go now? What will they do? Poetry comes to mind. At least death is a conclusion, not a seemingly never-ending drip, drip, drip of more bad news. What dire, unspeakable fate awaits as pub after pub closes, never to open again? An institution considered to be as central to Irish life as the weather, the Leaving Cert and the cursed hand pass – this relentless series of pub closures represents a fate worse than death for many. Pity their plight, as that famed refuge of sinners may soon be a thing of the past, lamented as so much else dear to us – the forever missed and departed. Reports that the number of pubs in Ireland is declining has struck terror (there is no other word) into more dedicated followers among our male populace.
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