I know a lad who once worked in a plush Dublin hotel bar in Temple Bar one time.
Who showed up one day only that talentless gobdaw with the haircut from the vereve and his young family. What a miserable cunt he was drinking his cccl bottles of Becks. Alas the more eagle eyed spotted the real diamond of the trupe, was only the ex keys player of Spaceman Three and the inspo for Ladies and Gentleman, the one and only Kate Radley. Absolute fucking Shtunner.
My lad mentioned he was a massive fan of Spaceman 3 to her and there was an instant and lovely connection except for that cunt Ashcroft giving him the stare. Anyway the merriment was had but long story short off they went to their rooms eventually but they’'d left some sort of potaotoe or something in tin foil behind them they were using to feed the kid. This was back in the late 90s when anything goes. He had noted the baby was crying as they were leaving. My mate ran after them to the lift and just got to her in time to give them the spud in the tin foil or whatever it was. She was so fucking thankful, her baba stopped crying and her eyes lit up. It was a beautiful moment. It felt like a hit but that cunt Ashcroft with the stare was determined to ruin it with his gtare. He was fucking livid, you could tell. It felt like something bad was about to happen but just in time the lift door closed and away they went