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well..where do i start with this one ?..there is this guy i work with in the factory. he is a real nasty piece of work. lets call him gerry the racist for the sake of things..i have known and worked with the bloke for at least eight to ten years and can honestly say i have never heard him say a good thing about anyone. putting it bluntly he is probably the foulest person that ever walked the earth..he is rotten to the core and i am certain that if such a place as heaven exists there will be no forgivness in his case and he will probably be joining me in the other place ,for my sins. for years i have endured his taunts about how i am a tan and a brit.how my relatives ruined his country , how the brits are no difrent from the blacks and much worse ..belive me..some of the filth that comes out this guys mouth makes me uncomftable even thinking about repeating it .. he acts so hard in front of his pals,,all football and hurling talk..boxing,rugby..all man sports he says..any one like wonky who rides a bike and watches bikes going round a track is a softee...and so on...usually i just put up and shut up and laugh at him rather than with him. hes all talk and on the few ocasions i have asked him out in to the carpark hes always refused and told me to take a joke.. WELL..the boot is on the other foot now.. last week end my nephew came over to cork for a weekend,,do some shopping and sightseeing and catch up with uncle wonky..my nephew is gay. thats gay with a capital G..so gay he makes alan carr sound like a builder..now..wonky himself is not in any way homophobic even though i do like a gay joke or too but thats probably been from listening to the likes of chubby and bernard as a young fella..anyways..with out waffeling on..we all went out for a meal and a few beers in the city last friday..my nephew was pointed in the direction of loafers,the local gay bar and we arranged to meet him at said bar @ midnight before they lock the doors... yep..sure enough..in the door and was greeted by the hardest,nastiest lunatic in ireland pawing at my nephew all full of sexyness..he was mortified..it was the first time i had ever seen him speechless..he was stuttering..i was absoulutly stone cold sober(designated driver).and if i may be a little crude..i actually let out a little wee..i had to go to the toilet to compose myself..on my return to my company i was greeted by my racist colleauge in a new light..he was shaking..he was speechless..he was shaking so bad and was so nervous he actually lit a cigarette in the bar..(i really wanted to say fag but it would have been inappropriate)lol so..i introduced him properly to my nephew as gerry the racist and went on to explain that i was quite comftable in my surroundings and that gay people are no diferent to english people really..i then went on to tell him that even though he was a complete and utter bas##rd i would keep his dirty little secret to myself and gave my word that i would not tell his pals at work what he gets up to.. next thing i know gerry the racist is buying the drinks for all of us..i declined the stout he had bought me and i explained that ..eventhough i am not drinking beer in a gay bar on a friday night dont mean i am planning on coming out with you next week and it defnitly dosnt mean i want to be your friend..it means i dont want a drink as i am driving home as a sensible englishman living abroad should.. next thing hes got his arm roond my neck telling me that hes always liked me and that all the nasty things he says is just an act and that deep down inside i have always known and thats why i have never give him a good kicking...he was telling me how at work i was so popular with the lads he was jealous of me and was competing for attension... you know when your sober and your listening to this tripe , and your temper is starting to boil a little more...well..i had to switch off the gas and close the night down..good bye and off home in the car..laughing all the way. the last week at work has been pure hell..there hasnt been a single racist remark ,,hardly a word..the guy is on the verge of a nervous breakdown..some of the other lads have noticed that somthing is wiffy and are starting to speculate..some guys recon he is about to top himself or shoot sombody hes so edgy..someone said he was on tablets from the doctor for his nerves..i feel absoloutly terrible about it..and would love to give him a big hug..not that thats going to happen..lol if i was to tell the lads at work this it would slay them..they would finish him off for good to be sure,to be sure..sadly thats the type of guys i work with..one guys son commited suicide a few years ago and they are still banging on about how he didnt pay his tea money and still owed for two scones.. one things for certain..i aint going to loafers again in a hurry..any advice apreceated..oh dear..