Well mixed with the alcohol & the substance he smoked he totally lost the plot, pissed off & left me on me own... (which was kind of a blessing as I was glad to see the arse part of him)! I had to get a taxi to Camp Nou, had no idea if he was there or not, he demolished the contents of the mini bar for which I got slammed with a bill for 88 Euro. Eventually found him at the match only after sending a several texts, the last of which said I was under attack and my life was in danger (had to resort to this as me Mum was hairless thinking he would be in a spanish jail).
He said in the case for the defence "I don't know what happened to me, I haven't smoked the whacky in years and whatever that lad gave me earlier sent me sparko"!
So yes I am a sly arse and no he is not going with me, imagine the shit he would smoke over there, no thank you. I want to enjoy meself not babysit!!