Two men meet for a pint - or two - in a Dublin pub. They chew the fat, set the world to rights, curse the ref, say a last farewell... In this second collection of comic dialogues Doyle's drinkers ponder:
- a topless Kate Middleton
- Barack and Michelle Obama ('fuckin' gorgeous')
- David Beckham ('Would you tattoo your kids' names on the back of your neck?' 'They wouldn't fit')
- Jimmy Savile ('a gobshite')
- the financial crisis (again)
- abortion (again)
- and horsemeat in your burger...
Once again, those we have lost troop through their thoughts - Lou Reed, Seamus Heaney, Reg Presley, Nelson Mandela ('he should never have left the Four Tops'), Phil Everly, Margaret Thatcher, Shirley Temple - and they still have that unerring ability to ask the really fundamental questions like 'Would you take penalty points for your missis?'