My mate was in the paper a while back, having been thrown out of the Stormont grounds for taking their pet goat on a walk up the hill. Not a euphemism. Or a Michael Stone ‘Performance Art’ piece. I was in The American Bar in Belfast the other night when some of the staff had just come back from one of those big reach-around business awards, having won ‘The Best Bar’. The American Bar is the sort of place that would let you bring your pet goat in for a pint. Just don’t let it up on the table, or eat…