At the Great Northern Brewery, we know a thing or two about working up a thirst.....

Being a man from Dundalk, I was raised on cans of Harp in various alleys around the town. It has only recently come to my attention however, that this year actually marks the 50th Anniversary of its original brewing.

Whilst, 50 years isn’t a patch on Guinness 250 year reign as Irelands biggest tourist attraction since the dawn of time, you can be guaranteed that this momentous occasion will pass without any great fanfare or acknowledgement. I don’t believe this is right, and I want to say big cheers to Harp, a good friend who has been with me every step of the way.

A friend once described the four best noises in the world as being the sound of a golf-ball going into a hole, the swoosh of a basketball net, that noise before every HBO show that means brilliance is set to follow, and the crack of an ice cold can of Harp being opened. This is what I like to consider a correct opinion. I can see the soon to be closed Great Northern Brewery out my bedroom window, and I’ll be raising a can in salute every day for the next 9 months or so.

So go on, Have A Real Pint (that spells Harp you see – try doing something that smart with fucking Smithwicks).