Creme De Menthe
A Celtic fan dropped into a pub near Bellahouston Park, scene of the Pope's
celebrated visit to Glasgow. As he stood sipping his pint the barman struck up
'Aye, we've had all sorts in this boozer, mate. The Pope himself came in for a
quick refreshment when he was here.'
The fan was duly impressed and ventured to ask what it was that the Pontiff had
quaffed on that occasion.
'It was creme de menthe, as I recall,' said the barman.
'Right,' said the fan, 'If it's good enough for the Holy Father it's good enough
for me. Gie's a pint of creme de menthe.'
'A pint? Are ye sure?'
'Why no? Ah'm a pint drinker, amn't Ah? Come ahead.'
The barman shrugged and duly served up the unusual request. The Hoops fan lifted
the green pint. 'It's a good colour anyway' he observed as he raised it to his
lips. After swallowing a few mouthfuls the fan gasped.
'Man, if that's what he drinks it's no wonder they carry him around in a chair.'