Fairly innocently, I board the tube, with my copy of Is Shane MacGowan Still Alive?.
An Irish man asks me what it is I'm reading. This is odd, since a) it
is the tube, where talking to strangers is ILLEGAL, and b) since he had
a strange smell about him.
After donning his glasses, he deciphered the cover of the book. As the above link probably details, it is about Ireland. Being Irish he took exception to this.
"Thas all bollocks mate."
"Yes, probably."
"Why'd you buy it, you got Irish relatives or summit?"
"Um, I read something else by the writer and..."
"Never go there." (gestures to book) "You can never escape."
"Um."
"Oh, ye can physically get out, but in here" (gestures to head) "You can never escape."
"Um."
"I came from there. I like English people much better than Irish people. We use different words to mean the same thing, you know?"
"Um."
"You can never escape. Never go there, you hear me! I bet you regret talking to me!"
"Um."
Is roughly how it went. At this point he and his smell decided to abandon me.
After donning his glasses, he deciphered the cover of the book. As the above link probably details, it is about Ireland. Being Irish he took exception to this.
"Thas all bollocks mate."
"Yes, probably."
"Why'd you buy it, you got Irish relatives or summit?"
"Um, I read something else by the writer and..."
"Never go there." (gestures to book) "You can never escape."
"Um."
"Oh, ye can physically get out, but in here" (gestures to head) "You can never escape."
"Um."
"I came from there. I like English people much better than Irish people. We use different words to mean the same thing, you know?"
"Um."
"You can never escape. Never go there, you hear me! I bet you regret talking to me!"
"Um."
Is roughly how it went. At this point he and his smell decided to abandon me.




