One of those nights.

Went out on the town with two
of my best and oldest friends.
We did the party at my place,
Went from there midtown Reykjavik.
Somehow I ended up in Grandrokk.
From there to Ölver,

And there I met a " Somethingarather "

Went in to Ölver.
Ordered me a pint of Thule, took out
today´s newspaper and begun to read.

Suddenly I was interrupted.
By a bloke, that insisted to talk to me.

Being around Chis I thought I could
keep up with his fast talking drunken
English.

But no.

After he had spoken to me for approx 1,023 minutes,
I had to cut in and say.

"What?"

You are either Scouse or a fucking Irish cunt.

He didn´t like that much.

So I said to him.
Forgive me the Irish cunt remark.

And take that instead.

You are a Irish twat then.

The last I know.
I was asked to leave the bar and don´t come back until the
Arsenalgame tomorrow.


Hic!