A younger Daz,
was spending the day showing his best mates Danish student, Benny around Dublin. Now, us Irish lads weren't used to Bennys crazy fucking stunts and his wild lifestyle (or at least the one he claimed to have) left us in awe of him.

Anyway ,as we were strolling along chatting Benny suddenly said to me to run. I asked "what the fuck for?" and he grinned and said "just run". So, I did. Seconds later I had Benny in full pursuit screaming at me in his Danish lilt to "give his fooking wallet back".

This was a thrill I had never experienced! Adrenaline raced through me , my blood roaring in my ears as stunned pedestrians leaped out of my way. Up until the point that is that my neck made very sudden contact with my jumper which had decided to strangle me. Not of its own accord however but because Detective Nasty Bastard had grabbed it rather roughly as I sped past.

Whilst demonstrating (very thoroughly) how to restrain a young thug against a brick wall he explained to me what happened to young thief's in Care Homes and terrified, I began to sob uncontrollably. When Benny finally explained to the Garda what the fuck we were playing at they were none too pleased but let us off. Their threat of life in jail would have been far more poignant had they not started bursting their holes laughing as soon as they turned their backs on my tear streaked face.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Tue 31 Jan 2012, 1:25, 1 reply)

Thank you for such stupidity. It's made my day!

(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 1 Feb 2012, 8:51, closed)