New Ross, a pretty town hanging over the river Barrow, lies right on the border between Wexford and Kilkenny. Prendergast’s was the first pub to catch our eye and we quickly settled in for pint number three of the day.

It was a bar of many levels and fine wood panelling but sadly, the clientele were decidedly chav-like. One of these bug-eyed youths dressed from head to toe in Nike logos and smelling of glue, challenged our travelling pool shark. Relishing the chance to supplement his rapidly diminishing coffers, Bones hastily accepted. The Wexford goon was possibly the worst player ever to lift a cue and it soon became apparent that our 20 minute deadline was a no-hoper. Eventually, the luck turned and Bones dispatched his opponent finishing off the 8-ball hanging over the top right pocket. The spide immediately kicked off whinging that Bones hadn’t called the pocket before potting out, so we checked the rule book and concluded that there were more of us than them.