230) O'Connell's of Bachelor's Walk, D1

On a sunny day, one may derive people-watching pleasure from sitting outside lapping up the glory of the quayside, the squawk of seagulls and the human traffic. Within is somewhat dark and unfriendly (though one staff member cracked a private joke: 'Two pints of nice Guinness'). While sitting outside, we were approached by an over-friendly old man espousing the virtues of abstemiousness, propagandizing for the temperance committee of which he was a member, in which he most singly failed to enlist us. But so tactile and touchy-feely was this teetotaler in his approach, with too many a hand clasped on an arm or thigh, that Sam Coll feared for his virtue. Get off me, pederastic parasite!

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