I was pouring myself home one evening with a mate when (1988/9) a large Hyundai pulled up.....
"Excuse me lads.... " said the familiar N.I. Accent.......
Over we wobbled
"Can you tell me the way to the Regency (now the Burleydam)"
"Bloody hell, it's Frank Carson!!! Tell us a joke Frank!"
"Lads, I'm in a rush, can you just give me directions?"
"Go on Frank, say it's a cracker, go on, it's the way you tell 'em!"
"PLEASE lads, I'm really late"
"Frank, tell us a joke, go on, it's a cracker!"
"Look lads, I'm incredibly late!!!" (He was getting mardy by now)
"Top of the road turn right at the lights go along the A41 for about 3 miles, it's on your left"
Miserable git. He was late for a cabaret night apparently.
For a bonus point, can you tell me the pub (now defunct) we were outside in Great Sutton/ Ellesmere Port.