Sorry to inflict this on all of us, especially on a Saturday night, but truth be told this really is what a Saturday night in Dublin often looks like.
Yes, Colin Farrell is the spitting image of most of those stumbling out of Fibber's or wherever.
The only difference is that, because he is who he is, he has just been awarded a Gold Card to Abrakebabra, the necessary and inevitable pitstop on one's long night's journey back to flat.
Their kebabs are dreadful, cheap and can only be consumed whilst hammered beyond measure. Yes, the Irish version of White Castle.
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