Bøker av Paul Flagg

As I look back on my "Collection" of beer mugs, I never thought about collecting them. Whenever I just ran across one I liked, I just bought it. After I had fifteen or twenty mugs, I continued picking them up to remember the occasion. Only after having acquired fifty or sixty did I start buying them in yard sales and antique stores to add to my "Collection". Some Guinness was spilt on the bathroom - floor. When the pub was shut for the night, out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse that stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy foam from the - floor. - Then back on his haunches he sat, and all night long you could hear the mouse roar, "bring on the goddam cat!"