I used to work in a pub a long time ago where one of the regulars was mad on the drink and prone to getting into aggro.
One night, after leaving the establishment that I worked in, this lad went into town and got stuck on a few fellas in the queue of Fast Eddies.
Things took a turn for our protagonist when he realised that his own pals had gone into the club and now he was facing down a fair oul kicking from 4 steamed-up buckos who wanted to get in and dance to "Better Off Alone" by Alice Deejay.
As the quartet made a move on our hero, he stuck a hand down the back of his keks and shat into it.
Right into his lámh, lads... and chased his would be attackers with a steaming fresh loaf off down Tuckey St.
He was left into the club too - why would they bar entry to one of Munster Rubgy's most esteemed players?
