Oh I do like a seegar beside the seaside

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Created on Friday, 08 August 2014 10:54

Written by James Leavey

Oh I do like a seegar beside the seaside

I know this may sound bleedin' obvious if you care to peruse my biog (www.jamesleavey.info) but when I'm not in Dublin, I'm usually in Cowes. 

Yes, the former is in Ireland and the latter on an island off the southern coast of England but, in their own way, they are both small towns.

Indeed, Cowes is a very small place but has more than its fair share of watering holes within staggering distance. As for enjoying a fine cigar – well, it's best to pick a beach on a dry day.  Thanks be to God there are plenty of them on the Isle of Wight (beaches, not dry days).

Dublin may be larger but it's also jam-packed full of excellent hostelries where you can enjoy a drink or three. Some bars still have a smoking area even if it's somewhere outside barely out of the rain.

If you're ever in Ireland's fair city (where the girls are so pretty, and if they like you they'll show you their titties) do ask the boys at The DCE where it's possible to enjoy an uninterrupted smoke...for they know, believe me.

So there I was, enjoying a long hot summer stretched out on a deckchair on a beach at Gurnard cheerfully avoiding the crowds during the annual Cowes Week festivities.

I had lit my Monte 2 which was burning nicely, like the sun on this particularly boiling day when a sad fucker crept up and berated me for daring to enjoy a fine Havana in public.

'Perhaps you haven't noticed we are both on a beach full of stones and sand, a mere spitting distance from a huge amount of water known as the fucking sea, you dimwit.  Now piss off and drown yourself.'

And why, I hear you ask, wasn't I on a beach near Dublin?  Because I prefer the water to be lapping in the distance, not on my head.

Mind you, if I wasn't on a beach, I'd prefer to be in a Dublin bar.  Or even better, The DCE.

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