So Shane Filan bets me I cant get 15 Westlife song titles into a piece about him at the Pro Am at the 2012 Irish Open. He underestimated the Doc!
I tried to warn Shane Filan that he was not adequately equipped for the Portrush weather. He was wearing pair of white trousers and t shirt while the wind was overturning cars and blowing the roofs off houses all around.
Doc: “How am I supposed to leave you, if you’re looking like that?” I said to him as I offered him my rain jacket. “If I let you go out in that weather, dressed like that it will be on my conscience forever. My sister Mandy has a pair of pants likes that. And she wears them to work, she’s a nurse.”
Shane: “Sure that’s what makes a man,” he replied. “I’ve left the raingear back in Sligo, I’m flying without wings today.”
Doc: “Its safe to say you’re going to get hypothermia.”
Shane: “No way man, I’m unbreakable.”
Doc: “You’re dreamin. If you dont get taken away in an ambulance after this with frostbite it will be against all odds.”
Shane: “In Sligo we have a world of our own, we dress like this on the golf course all the time.”
Doc: “What are the shades for? Are you going doing a bit of welding? Only a fool would bring shades out in the rain.”
Shane: “Call me a fool again and I’ll deck you bud. Here give me a hand to reach this blown lightbulb will ya. You raise me me up and I’ll change it.
Light comes on.
Doc: That’s amazing dude, at least you’re able to do something right. Right I’m away off home. I’ll lay my love on you and leave you dude. But I swear it again to you, you’re going to die of cold"!
That’s 16!
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