We stayed in gilleys. The craic was unreal. One of the older Scottish lads was chatting this quare one up all night and flat out buying drink. He was about to take her up to the room when she said she needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up. There he as prancing up and down like the cock a the north. Thinkin he was billy big balls, when we just couldn't take anymore and had to break the news to him that it was actually a man. He literally got sick. Fuck we let him have it for years after that.
The pool party with the Lions was epic
At the dinner dance, we donated a professionally framed Celtic photo for it to be auctioned off for charity and we asked the Irish compere, if he could just say a few words, as it ws for charity and would only take a minute
The Lions were in the audience of 5000
Just before the 'Baund' started, my big mate went up and politely asked the green clad MC, only to be told in an irritated tone "Look lads, I'm about to do me act !!"
He was then politely told that no cunt was there to see him, and he should do as we fucking asked...he seemed to get the point, and was onboard with the idea, almost immediately
What a great week that was
Two weeks before I had been at Celtic Park and spoken at length, to John Clark
First night we're at the Frontier (which has since been demolished by the way) I walk into Mickey Gilley's and some one says "Hey, how you doing ? I met you a couple of weeks ago..."
None other than JC himself
The Lions are Legends and they know how to interact with the fans, as they started off as fans themselves
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