Bollox.

"A bollox is all he is", says Tom, sideways regarding the latest barside arrival.

The ariviste is John O', who has just won a quarter of a million on the lottery.

"That fucker would mind mice at the crossroads" says Tom.

Toms naturally, and understandably frequently, broken nose is out of joint because John O' has not, as of yet, offered to buy this weasealy cunt a pint.

"He was always a fucking bollix, man and boy", says this genetic freakshow, who has charges pending for child abuse, and a doppelganger son (et lumiere) in prison for abduction and rape of a minor....

Fuck you, Tom.
Fuck your family.
I vomited the sandwich my Child and I shared in the same premises as you.

If there is an interventionist God, He turned a blind eye to you.