Into a belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy looking like he’d just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling,his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he is walking with a limp.
“What happend to you?”, asks Sean the bartender.
“Jamie O Conner and me had a fight”, says Paddy.
“That little sh*t, O Conner”, says Sean, “he couldnt do that to you, he must of had something in his hand.”