Personal Account: Pubs and Religion don't mix
I had been off drink for 8 months, I decided to go to a "real drinkers" bar in Mallow thinking nothing could go wrong & said the rosary in it at the bar while drinking Murphys. Following day I ended up in psychiatric hospital. Another time I went blessing a pubs in Donoghmore hoping nobody would notice my mad behaviour. When I went out to the car what I reminded me of the spirit of a deceased close relative rocking the car gently dancing with me or Faeries tricking me I was having the LSD like experience I had at Ailwee Cave again. I tried to drive home the roads became unfamiliar I was driving in the concept of Ireland again but was unable to and the car was almost out of petrol, my brother and favourite cousin rescued me, Thank you, my car ran out of petrol on the way home. Another time I decided to go to a pub and have Red Wine, I blessed it like the priest as Jesus asked it to make it into his blood, it was an excuse to drink anyway the night didn't turn out ...