by 3rdforum Tue 10 Jan 2017 - 20:33
Mcqueen wrote: A doing
Be Irish be Scottish, be English, but you cant be on both sides of the fence,
When somebody asks you what you are i cant imagine a Scot or Irish saying i'm a Brit, I dont
I couldn't agree more. I met this mad bar steward from Manchester on holiday in Gran canaria. His name was Eric Ogden, never will forget it. He did the usual shite of ripping the piss out of the Irish and just when i was going to deck him, I saw this little grin on his face. bar steward was winding me right up. the two of us got on like a house on fire after that. feck me, he was a lunatic, would do anything. He got called up to the stage by the entertainment staff and was made sit on a chair with the spotlight on him. He had to answer different questions truthfully. If the staff thought was lying, he had to take a drink out of his pint. All was going well until he was asked what his favourite chat up line was. "Do you feck on first dates" he answered. The place went deadly quite ............... apart from me who was choking up the swallow of the pint I had just taken
. Anyway Oggy used to call me Paddy cos he couldn't remember my name. We got talking to another group one night, of whom two of them were women from East Belfast ( Unionist heartland). Oggy overheard one of them saying that they didn't want to sit near me or talk to me. Oggy turned on her, "what the feck do you mean by that, he's from ireland as well" She said, "I'm Irish but I'm also British. I'm not like him, I'm no Paddy". Well Oggy let fly, "What do you mean, everyone should be proud of where they are from you daft cow". She got thick and threw a drink over him and me. Security marched her out. we never saw her again. Just shows the sort of poison that went on