Thursday 23 February 2012: The Ox
There were three of them as I recall. The big fella, then the stripy shirted guy, he seemed to be the boss, and then the speccy guy; he was like, the brains I suppose. At first I thought they were just regular guys and when I agreed to go along with them I thought they were just being friendly.
No, I've no idea how I got to Angle Park but it was some time after that that there were people in the front room. Yes, Irish rebel songs seemed to be what they were after. Totally. The drink was tanned, I remember that.