Two Pints. Two Days. Everything Changed.
A pint in Dublin. A pint in Worcester. Thirty hours apart—and a quiet moment that changed everything. The spark behind Pints and Power.
It didn’t start with a big idea.
It started with two pints.
One in a quiet Dublin pub, poured under the watchful eye of a matriarch whose stories carry the weight of generations.
The other, hours later, in a bar across the Atlantic—greeted not with explanation, but recognition. As if the story had already arrived ahead of me.
Same ritual. Different taps. But something happened in that moment between them.
Not a revelation, exactly. More like a grounding. A connection I hadn’t known I needed. One that crossed oceans and time zones, but felt as natural as conversation around a pub table.
And that’s when the idea for Pints and Power really took root—not as a book about beer, but about belonging.
About identity passed quietly, hand to hand.
About the things we don’t say, but pour.
This isn’t the story. That comes later.
This is just the moment that made it matter.
— Mike
