Book: McCarthy’s Bar
by Pete McCarthy (2004)
Celebrating AC or the birth of child is a splendid reason to drink on a weeknight
Celebrating AC or the birth of child is a splendid reason to drink on a weeknight
There once was a bookish type named Alice
Who opened the doors to her Irish palace
The chatty lasses felt no pain
As they knocked back pink champagne
McCarthy’s Bar? Are you blind?… Don’t you see all the empty
glasses?!
Thank you all for attempting to read or God Bless you now,
for reading all about Ireland, everything you wanted to know and didn’t, and
laughing where applicable. We missed you Ellen, this was an all out hooley at
my house (next year, okay?)
This a sentimental choice picked off the bookshelf from the
Irish Anam Cara Gaelic soul that lives at my house, it is a whole collection of
stories from the countryside of west County Cork, Ireland. I really felt it would take a certain kind of
patience and sense of humor to stick with the long winding details of Pete’s
true gift of gab. Ah, he is a delight…a
chip off the block of his beloved mother from Drimoleage.
It was a guy’s story but had wide appeal since it was a
number one bestseller in England and Ireland. Blast from the past/ a great
memory: It is amazing to have been in
West Cork in 1997 for our 25th wedding anniversary and driving
around on the wrong side of the road in the same places. Like foreshadowing. Next time I’ll take the fork in the road and
see the Beara Peninsula, as I want to meet the MacCarthy’s in
Castlebeartown……….and have a shot of Jameson’s in the same place as Pete! I
give him credit: It takes a certain courage and curiosity to actually to do
this and then write it down.
Pete McCarthy never met a stranger. I connect with that kind of real time
-ability to strike up a conversation with anyone-disposition (especially
thinking here of my dear departed late husband.) In England, Pete was an actor, TV
personality, and writer of comedy; it all came together during a motivated time
of old home week in his mother’s homeland, where he spend every summer of his
youth.
There once was an author named Pete
He could drink like the best
The locals put him to the test
Pete thought: this all goes in a book that can’t be
beat! They can pull it out and read
about themselves again, which is really neat!
Alice
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There were 2 folks from PA
Who fished and fished all the day
They loved woods and fresh air
And had not a care
Till a bear came along and ate them.
Rosemary
There was a young girl from Rabat
Who had triplets, Nat, Pat and Tat
It was fun in the breeding
But hell in the feeding
When she found she had no tit for Tat.
Grace
Great job Alice Had a great time at your house. I just love our book club meetings.
Grace
Alice, one of our favorite lasses
Chose a book that appeals to the masses
A book that was funny
And made us feel sunny
Her choice made us all raise our glasses!
Sharon
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