It was late on Friday night and a waiter chum and I were killing the very dull minutes from when we had delivered the dessert menus into the hands of the sweaty grubby people (people …

Sunday morning and all was not well in my world. I was tired and cranky and needed a bottle, preferably high end gin. This bout of entirely predictable bellyaching was brought on by the twin …

“It’s Patsy Cline!”
“No it’s not, it’s Tammy Wynette!”
“CLINE!”
“WYNETTE!” I jumped off the bar and threw my copy of Chat magazine behind me. I had been reading about a woman who claimed she had fallen pregnant, …

I was reminded on Saturday night of a post I wrote, in another place, about what the collective noun is for waiters. It was sparked by a conversation with a guest who had yet to …

Whilst sauntering through town on Monday on my way to the dark place, work that is, I happened to find myself walking towards some of those shiny people who hand out handbills for shiny nightclubs. …

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all customers doubt you
But make no allowance for their doubting too,
If you can …

I was in Dunnes Stores the other day on the hunt for a new pair of cheap trousers for work. Finding black trousers that are both generous in waist and short in length is no …

Waiting! What a wonderful and noble profession. If it wasn’t for waiters it would just be nicely dressed people sitting in fancy rooms looking at menus and chefs sitting in kitchens drinking beer, smoking pot …