Irish Times advice column - he's cycling to the pub

[merlinmurph]

We were in Ireland last week and I was reading an advice column in the Irish Times. Take a look:

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Each evening he informs me he has cycled for over two hours and impresses me with the distance he has travelled. I make a healthy dinner and run the bath for him and sometimes rub his aching muscles. He has been disappointed that this new regime has not yet impacted on his waistline.

Recently during a Sunday lunch at a bar two miles from our house, a waitress seemed to be very familiar with my husband. While I hate spying on him, I discreetly asked her how she knew him. She said that he comes into the bar most days in his cycling gear for a few pints and a full lunch.

Gotta love it.

Here's a link to the article (https://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/health-family/my-husband-said-he-was-on-a-health-buzz-but-he-was-just-cycling-to-the-pub-1.3423912)

[Spaghetti Legs]

Well that’s healthier than driving to the pub.

[HenryA]

That is funny!
Thanks for sharing.

[paulh]

Did he also have a shower pint?

[Tony T]

This would be funny, except for the 1st and 2nd paragraph of the story.

[rwsaunders]

Murphy's newspaper column reminds me of John Prine's ode to Dear Abby...


Dear Abby, dear Abby
My feet are too long
My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
Won't you write me a letter, won't you give me a call
Signed bewildered

Bewildered, bewildered
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, dear Abby
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead
Signed unhappy

Unhappy, unhappy
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good

Dear Abby, dear Abby
You won't believe this
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss
My girlfriend tells me it's all in my head
But my stomach tells me to write you instead
Signed noise-maker

Noise-maker, noise-maker
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, dear Abby
Well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught
We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees
Signed just married

Just married just married
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
Signed dear Abby

[benb]

Kinda hilarious and shows the difference between normal people and avid cyclists.

I'd never do that because I'd be way too worried about the eating and drinking cutting into my precious riding time!

I don't even like coffee shop stops on rides for the same reason, even though I love coffee! Cafe stops of a certain kind are kind of super MAMIL behavior I guess.

[jemoryl]

Hmmm, I'd probably do the two hour ride and then stop at the pub.