Fleabag Finnegan on Spare A Moment?
Fleabag Finnegan: You want to hear me tale, eh? I’m… shocked. You seemed more a… strictly business type. So imagine, there I was… prime of me life… full of confidence… full of food even… and best of all: full of dreams. The lass I’d me eye on for a long while, stood out in the cold of night, waiting for her carriage home. It struck old Finnegan. Offer the lady your coat. Warm her, as she’s warmed your heart. I moved over to her. She looked at me and… fear caught her lip. It quivered, but not from the cold. It struck me like a bolt in the chest. What was I to do? Did she thought me a monster? I only wanted to offer her my coat… Suddenly… I were tossed aside. And upon her… was a fearsome wolf of white, ripping and tearing at her. I rejoiced at the fool I was. It were not me she feared! It were the damn lunging beast behind me! Hahaha! The poor lass… within an instant, she were a jewel no longer. I mean, seriously. She were right bloody massacred. Unsightly even. But now, hear this… the moral of me story… Oooo… hang on now… Wait… what was I on about?