
"I had my own thing with the skinheads years ago you know. And..and..again I was in London and these three guys, they go around in group because they have a lot of highly classified informations to convey to one another.(mumble..mumble..). One of them, bumped into me, very deliberately on my shoulder bit. Now, I'm a rational person. Usually, you know, in that situation, like you, I go home, have a cup of tea and think about what I would've done to this person...had they've been tied up!
I was too tired to pissed of and I just stood there and looked. And they came back. We had a chat. The main thing they want to know is how I propose to continue breathing for the next couple of minute. And then, I did a very male sort of reckoning. You know, I did the calculation. I thought, right, there's three of you, and there's one of me. I'm rubbish at maths anyway. But, in a record time, I've worked out that it will take at least 3 of me to defend myself against a third of one of them! Even if, he only attack me with his arse!
I'm not a fighter, you know. I'm a bleeder. The best I could hope for would be to drown somebody else in my own blood. If I dont drown myself before... You know, I'm not very good at dealing with those thing, fighting....and, I dont, I cant. And I cant even swim. I cant drive. I was gonna learn to drive recently but, then I thought, what if my car crash into a lake??"
Dylan Moran, Live Performance, "Monster". Vicar St, Dublin.
Damn brilliant and hilariously funny!



