No more Mr Nice Guy
After his run-in with a guy over a picnic bench, Pat Fitzpatrick decides it's time for him to man up, and start being a bit more nasty to rude people
I could have murdered a man last weekend. And not in the way you'd murder an ice cream. I mean a body, cops, a trial, jail, my mother too embarrassed to go to the bridge club.
We were in Doneraile Park near Mallow - the wife, her mother, the kids and myself. It was the first hot day of the year and the place was buzzing with optimism, laughter and kids off the leash after a long winter. A spot of sinus congestion I had battled with for months, suddenly disappeared after an hour in the sun. I relaxed and agreed with the wife there is a gentleness in rural people that you just don't get in built-up areas, like Dublin and Cork. It was a perfect day.