glenn forger
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There was an amusing postscript. My mate saw the bloke's son in a pub after I'd left. The son went mad on my mate cos he'd seen him with me, so the son started shouting "You know me! 34 XXXX Road!" The son got out of control and had to be bundled out of the pub by the bouncer. So, my idiot neighbour's son got aggressive and was ejected from a pub after he shouted out his own address. Not usually a problem, except the pub was run by a kind of Murphia and by a staggering coincidence the house at the address the idiot's son had shouted out in a crowded pub had all its windows put through by half bricks that very night.