This travelog by a half-Irish guy starts off with the basic premise that he’s bound to have a good time in an Irish bar with his name on it.
If that doesn’t grab you enough to get you to go out and buy the book – well, your loss.
There’s alcohol. Drugs. Other people having sex. Some nice insights into Catholicism. And a jaundiced view of tourists and tourist traps, that’s surpassed only by Terry Pratchett and his characters Twoflower and Rincewind.