One incident........Bar on the Paris.
Two women, Welsh (rugby shirts), kept glancing at us. They bought two pints of Guinness and walked straight towards us......I had visions of them throwing them over us.
They put the beers down on our table and said.....'that's for you, the prettiest girl in the world'.....'and that's for you, the luckiest bastard in the world'......and walked out.