With a tear in my rheumy eye I hereby do publish unto the ether of the airwaves the final ever bar rota at Club Derrig.
You will note I do my fair share, which is the only sane way of keeping me in funds and topped up with fruity beers via the (generously if resentfully) subsidisation of me through the medium of drinks purchased for my consumption as serving Barsteward. A system of my own devising very carefully thought out.
I do now pay unto him tribute that Beattie: sterling work. He might be a bit of a louche, devil-may-care rogue, but I loves the very bones off him for tending to my club so well over all the many years of whatever and ever. Amen.
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