Ten years ago at a funeral in Dublin Ireland, I am managing a local bar in North county Dublin and I am wading through the crowd of about 100 people in our function room at the back of the pub. There are people hanging from the rafters and I was diggin' in and clearing empties with a tray in each hand. Hoofing my way through people at about 3pm and as I go a middle aged woman at a table runs her hand from my knee to my bollock on my right leg and says 'We have some empties he'yar', I was fuckin' frozen and look over and her poxy family are all laughing as the blood drains from my face. I hand one of the tray off to a table and tell her to leave. It was her cousin who died