I met with Napper Tandy and I shook him by the hand. He said hold me up for chrissake for i can hardly stand. the most disgraceful journey on which i've ever been. the last time that i traveled on the boat train. i had a couple of drinks in town a few more in the port. i puked up on the gangway but some kind folks helped me board. they sat me at a table poured whiskey down my throat. sat me at a table and i lost my watch and coat. First we drank some whiskey. then we had some gin. then we had tequila i think that's what did me in. then we had some brandy and the women had a dance. the steward then announced that we could play the game of chance. we crowded round the table with our money in our hands. i landed on the other side without a penny in my pants. woke up in the toilet when we got to holyhead. the doors were all a-banging and i wished that i was dead. then we went through customs. a couple of credited thugs. first they looked for bombs and guns. then they looked for drugs. stuck a flashlight up my ass. told some Irish jokes. said "fuck off now paddy". so i headed for the smoke. on the boat train. we got on board the train and then we had a drink or two. started playing poker but the booze ran out at crewe. some people started sleeping others looked for duty free. some bastard started singing "little cottage by the lee". he then sang "paper roses" "boolavogue" "eileen aru". somebody started slagging off the Pakis and the Jews. found a bottle of whiskey. found a bottle of gin. i sat down in the corner and i read the daily news. first i drank the whiskey. then i drank the gin. i tried to make the toilet. but i broke my fucking shin. the next thing that i knew i was in london in the rain. staggering up the platform on the boat train.