Went to Dublin to see an old friend the other weekend.
Fuck me. £5/6 a pint over there. Went on the day after payday, returned 3 nights later with £0.24 to last me the rest of the month.

Sorry for the lack or length, girth, content and humour. But I'm still shellshocked about the cost of everything there, and I live in Brighton so I'm used to being overcharged for everything.

Oh, good weekend though, and fuck it - it's only money, and it's easy to eat cheap for a month. Most fuckers that complain they can't afford to eat healthily are greedy iceland-chomping liars.
(Pat_Gash, Fri 14 May 2010, 9:51, 7 replies)

good heavens...
That's nearly Norwegian prices..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 14 May 2010, 10:13, closed)

oh god, Norway.
Ridiculous place. The prices!!
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Sat 15 May 2010, 16:34, closed)

Yeah there's a Paddy here who was saying that in 2008 when everything fell over.
E6 a pint was fine when the Euro was 2:1, but then the world shat its pants, the Euro went 1:1, but the beer prices in Dublin didn't change. Oof.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 14 May 2010, 10:51, closed)

€6 for a pint is pricey even by Dublin standards.
Fair enough, the touristy places gouge the fuck out of their customers. But you'd expect that in touristy places.
Dublin is a very expensive place to go out, but the booze prices aren't the real killer. Restaurants and taxis require mortgages these days.
( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Fri 14 May 2010, 11:27, closed)

£2 a can of lager in the offies too!
crazy legs.
(Pat_Gash, Fri 14 May 2010, 13:17, closed)

Good for you though
sometimes it's worth the extra cost for a cracking good time.
( cakelady, Fri 14 May 2010, 11:57, closed)

damn fuckin' right!
I'm going to blatantly overspend this weekend too. Punkrock festival in Kingston tonight and tomorrow and going to have a few glasses of Merlot I feel. I may well be a drunken berk on the train home afterwards.

When sober, I feel high levels of disgust and annoyence at drunken happy, LOUD people on trains. Funnily enough that changes when the roles are reversed, and after a few beers decide I'm the funniest man in the train carriage and that everyone needs to hear my chortlesome stories. I think I'm a dick.
(Pat_Gash, Fri 14 May 2010, 13:21, closed)