I don’t have kids, so I have no idea what the proper age is before you let them run off to the local pub. Is it 3? 10? 15? 28? 94? I just don’t know. But apparently in Ireland, at least one little girl is absolutely positive that the age is 6. And who am I to argue with her? After all, she’s got big red circles on her cheeks. That’s gotta count for something, right?
I’ve been to Ireland, and Great Britain. They are pub cultures to the end. That’s what everyone does. It’s all about the pub, and the pints.
I’m not really a big drinker. For me it’s usually water or tea. Every once in a while a glass of wine. But for the people on those islands, it’s beer. Well, tea too. That’s what I enjoyed when I vacationed there. One of my favorite things that we did was go up to the top floor of Harrods in London, sit at a table in the middle of a huge room, and have tea. I know that doesn’t sound too manly, but hey, I like tea. And they bring you little trays of food and pastries. That’s just me. I like tea time. But who am I to deny a little girl in Ireland who happens to prefer the pub?
My favorite lines from this video:
- “Puhleeeeeeze!”
- “It’s my weekend off!”
- “I’m 6 and my own mother won’t let me go to the pub!”
I absolutely love this little girl. She is so cute.
I know, right?!