Two men meet for a pint in a Dublin pub. They chew the fat, set the world to rights, talk about their wives, their kids, their kids' pets, their football teams and - this being Ireland in 2011-12 - about the euro, the crash, the presidential election, and the Queen's visit. They worry about Greek debt, the IMF, and the bondholders (whatever they might be). But these men are not parochial or small-minded - one of them knows where to find the missing Colonel Gadaffi (he's working as a cleaner at Dublin Airport). A collection of sublimely funny dialogues.