fella called Pat just walked up to me in a park and started telling me about how
he was a jockey.
in 77 he lost 7.6 stone and raced the County Christo (?)
he has photographs
he told me he was related to the Taoiseach
βsleeping in the park? sure weβre all prime ministersβ
he asked me if iβd rather a cider or a lager and heβd get it and come back and
meet me.
i told him iβll have to go here, Pat and he asked me my name and i said chee. 5
minutes later he said βwho are youβ and i said βcheeβ and he said βaye iβve
heard of youβ