I was on the Bus yesterday on my way home from my Ma's house, she had put me to work shovelling Horse Manure on her allotment, when a drunk Irishman sat down next to me.

A young woman came onto the bus carrying a baby. He offered her his seat but she recoiled and scurried to the back cradling her baby from the crazed looking Irishman.

A Caribbean guy was watching and started going off in a really thick accent, 'you try to show them respect man, she just throw it in your face, you relax brother', or something like that. The Irish guy looked confused for a moment and then screamed at the man.

'I don't understand a word your fucking saying, Fuck Off'.

The bus conveniently stopped and the man got off.

The man looked at me and I realised we were going to have a conversation. We got off to a good start, he congratulated me for being Irish; a misconception I was happy to let go. He then told me he had been drunk for a week as his 23 year old daughter had been murdered Limerick.

He guessed I was twenty seven, I told him he was wrong but I wouldn't hold it against him. He kept muttering about the numbers of em, and them being everywhere, and gesturing round the bus, I geussed he meant black people though he could have meant fried chicken joints (there are allot of those in South East London aswell, I think the black people like them) Then he told me that he had stabbed a man in Donegal 23 years ago.

Luckily I was able to move the subject round to football, he likes Liverpool. I said that they had improved allot since the start to the season. I wished him luck and he made me promise never to do what he did, I said I wouldn't, though to be honest I found it hard to understand what exactly he'd done; I don't think he realised that, he said I was a good guy because I listened, I am just as long as listening doesn't infer understanding.

I've tried looking up the murder on the internet, there are allot of murders in Limerick but I can't find one for a 23 year old girl, I don't have any reason to dought him except that he's a crazy drunk guy.

It could be the begining of a messed up famous five book but I have to get back to work.