|Box Fresh Trainers and Rain! Aarrrggh!|
|Bradford Irish Center|
For a good number of years now we have always, in some capacity or another, gone out for a good number of drinks on St. Patrick's Day. Searching out the 'craic', the best Guinness, and the folk music has become a tradition in this household. This year St. Pat's fell on a Sunday - a school night - and not ideal. After intense negotiations with Mrs Bradford Curry Blogger, it was 'decided' we - meaning my Dad 'Big Tone' and me - would celebrate Paddy's Day the day before! Madness!
Also, this year saw a deviation from the usual raucous shenanigan's in favor of a leisurely gallon or so of the 'black stuff' at the Bradford Irish Center - reputed to serve the best Guinness in town... followed by a curry. Conveniently the Bradford Irish Center is directly behind the Sheesh Mahal - a coincidence? No. This match made in heaven was engineered from the start.
A mucky night ensued as we alighted the train at Forster Square. Being dry all day and, indeed, further up the valley when we set off, I'd opted to wear my new, yet to be worn, Christmas present trainers! Big mistake. I could almost feel the dirt being sucked up my boot cuts and transferring to the shiny shoes. It was upsetting me, and I was glad to fall through the doors of the Irish Center. Troons tucked into socks, to halt anymore necessary damage, the Guinness began to flow.
Sheesh Mahal really are on top of their game at the moment.