| Griffin’s, Ennistymon |
| Written by Cormac MacConnell | |
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THE first yarns I heard in Griffins in Ennistymon come from over 30 years ago and the last one — as good as any — a few days ago from Matthew as we enjoyed a January afternoon tipple below the singing canary and budgie cages which have always been a feature of this fabled old Ennistymon pub. Says Matthew, “This is a true story, Cormac. You know better than anyone that my father Jimmy always had those cages full of canaries. They were part of the house. An odd one might die of old age, maybe one a year or thereabouts, and they’d be replaced in a few days because my father was very fond of them, my mother too, God rest the both of them. Registration is required to view this content, registration is FREE |














