There was a very intimidatingly drunk chap at the bar asking where in Ireland we were from with more than a hint of menace that the wrong answer could get us killed. He simply couldn't compute that we weren't Irish, my mate tried to explain bless him - "So where you from then?" - "I'm from Forest Hill" - "Ah sure you are, but where in Ireland are you from?" - "I'm not Irish, I'm English" - "I get that, but where in Ireland are you from?" - "Err, England" - "Ah, of course you are, but your folks?" - "They're English too" - "Sure they are, but where in Ireland are they from?" In the end I risked mumbling something like "Athlone" and he was satisfied with that, allowing us to scuttle into a corner and cower a bit!