Corrected

A week ago I was up at my parents, conversing with the neighbour. A strange character in my opinion unlikeable shuffling up the road forced his way into the conversation. Perhaps the neighbour knew him, I didn’t nor did I want to. As I suspected the neighbour didn’t like him either and remarked to me that this interruptor who must have been at least 60 fancied himself as a hardman. Yesterday I was up at my parents again and noticed whilst driving into the estate a house which looked like it had been fire damaged. I got talking to the neighbour and got the full lowdown. Apparently the elderly wannabe hardman had tried to bully an alleged IRA man around the corner from him of whose reputation he was unaware of. He had knocked in aggressively and said ” Move those cars”. The other guy had responded with “Don’t worry about those cars, go about your day, Pal” ( which anyone streetwise would have interpreted as a warning and to leave well enough alone) the wannabe hardman said ” Do you know who I am?”. “Do you know who I fucking am?” Said the other guy and a half hour later the wannabe hardman’s house was petrol bombed in broad daylight, hence the damage I noticed yesterday. Good manners cost nothing as the poet once said.