Chapter 2: McFinleyyy, WhizzAir, and Dutch’s Finest
Chapter 2: McFinleyyy, WhizzAir, and Dutch’s Finest If Chapter 1 was all about Sgt. Salty’s tank-tastic arrival at the Castle Lodge Maynooth, then Chapter 2 brings us reinforcements — and not the kind NATO had in mind. No, this time the cavalry came in the form of McFinleyyy and WhizzAir Winky , carrying a six-pack of what they proudly declared as “Dutch’s Finest” beers. Because if there’s one golden rule of Salty’s training sessions, it’s this: never arrive empty-handed. The Arrival It was late afternoon at the Castle Lodge, and the pub was buzzing like a beehive that had just discovered someone spiked the honey. Salty, Sarah, Susan, and Ye Olde Large Lad were midway through the Beef Burger Gauntlet , when suddenly the pub door creaked open. Enter McFinleyyy, the man with a voice louder than a Ryanair safety announcement and the swagger of someone who once won a pub quiz purely by shouting “Galway!” at every answer. Behind him waddled WhizzAir Winky , a pint-sized dynamo w...