I gave him a chance...
Hello hello.
SarcasticBarSteward's post reminded me of the time some shrimpy little guy tried to start on me by getting about an inch from my face and spitting "Oi! Not so fookin hard without yer fookin friends are yer yer little gobshite!?!"
I'm not exactly a shit brickhouse, so instead of taking him up on his polite offer of fisticuffs I leaned around him and started to point out that there were quite a few of my friends dotted about.
"I know those two, that's Jase, that's Trev, that's Matt over there, I know the manageress, hey Jenny! Those two are Richard and Chris..."
Instead of getting the point he replied with "Yeah, where are yer fookin friends now then, eh?"
"I just told you mate, that's Jason, that's Trev, that's Matt, that's Jenny..."
At this point he looked confused and wandered off.
Unfortunately he then started on Trev, and Trev just kicked the shit out of him...
Silly sod.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 2:10, 1 reply)

meh
probably some insecure wanker with the IQ of a garden snail
(Lord Chode, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 21:16, closed)