Blimey, Chris, what another steaming night.

You can say that again, Torps, if we’d had any tickets, they’d have sold out faster than an Oasis concert, or should I say an O’Asis concert.

Yes, very funny, I wondered how long it would be before you rediscovered your Irish roots, your obviously more easily influenced than I thought.

Torps, I think we should explain to our reader what we are ranting on about. You see we paid a visit to O’Reilly’s, that place with the tiny entrance near The Square and opposite Yates’, in fact it's in one of the best locations in the whole of Leeds.

It’s really easy to find, as you probably know, it used to be the old Yates’, in fact they still own the place, but it’s run for them by Kay O’Reilly, and a good job she does too. What were your first impressions, Chris?

Well, it’s definitely not an Irish theme pub, it just happens to have an Irish name. Its a bit like pubs I’ve been in in Ireland, the same sort of forbidding atmosphere as you walk in, but as soon as you start talking too the locals, you feel like it's your local. I don’t think we were helped by your fake Irish accent either, Torps.

I’ll have you know that those two young girls were very impressed, they were completely fooled by it, or so I thought, until they asked me which part of Australia I came from.

That’s quite an improvement for you, normally all your accents sound Welsh.

Anyway, back to work. I know from experience that the place is great at weekends. It used to be a pre-club bar, but now since they’ve had DJs on, nobody bothers going off to a club, they just stay and dance the night away.

And with the space they have there, it’s just calling out for dancing, at any time. We visited O’Reilly’s on a Sunday afternoon, Irish music 2-5pm, and everyone was up dancing, apart from you obviously, Torps, we didn’t want to scare everyone off.

Well, we had a very entertaining band in The Maguires, a two-piece Irish folk band, who also played English standards, and mercifully, unlike every other Irish band, they didn’t play "The Irish Rover" over and over, forgive the pun.

What pun? That's called assonance.

Your being very clever this week, Chris, what’s wrong, started going out with a librarian, and trying to impress her by reading The Iliad?

Do you mean the one by that Simpson bloke?

Oh yes, very funny, bet that goes down very well at the poetry recitals.

Sara doesn’t like poetry, too many words and not enough action.

We don’t want any more details, Chris, this is supposedly a pub review, not a self-promotion exercise. What did you think of the band then?

As you said, it was a pleasant change to hear a different style of Irish music, and even though there were only two of them, they weren’t held back, as both of them could sing brilliantly, as well as being multi-instrumental, if that’s a term. And as I’m on commission, you can contact them on (01302) 811511. There that’s some more beer money for me.

Chris, I’m ashamed, you should know better. But, then again we know where to spend it. The John Smith’s was only £1.40, and the spirits £1.15, so you can’t go wrong.

Plus they have drinks offers on. Hang on a sec, what do you mean "we know where to spend it", you mean "I know where to spend it", you’re not getting any.

Oh, go on, after all the favours I’ve done you in the past.

Well, I might buy you a half. You have done me the favour of not being related to me.

We are wandering off again. Control, you must learn control. Right, your final thoughts on O’Reilly’s, Chris.

I’d just like to say that its not often that you go in to a pub where after half an hour you feel so at home, you don’t want to leave. It’s got lovely, friendly bar staff, which is something most pubs try to have, but not this successfully. Oh, and before I sign off, I’d like to say special thanks to PJ, for helping us get some photos of Kay O’Reilly, she was a little bit camera shy, I don’t know why.

Before we go off for the Rabbit’s verdict, I would like to say what happened later. Just as I was beginning to think that that was another classic day over with, who should I bump in to, none other than Keith Deller, the famously youthful darts player.

And on Leeds station platform, with all the riffraff, I would have thought a chauffeur driven limo was more his style.

You know, Chris, he hasn’t changed a bit since I met him at a fund-raising dinner, held at my, then, local labour club. He had just made an excellent speech about his top-notch career as a darts player, and his little known love of 50s rock legend Carl Perkins.

I would have guessed that he was more of a Big Bopper type.

What are you saying? Darts players need to be heavy, so that it acts as a counter-balance when they are at the ‘oche’.

Right, Torps, the Rabbit’s verdict is awaiting us. Such excitement.

The Rabbit’s verdict: I’m not bitter.