We’ve all had one. One of those obnoxious gits who loves the sound of their own voice when all you want to do is sit and watch a film, or a play, some boxing or a ball game. To be fair to Matt McHugh he carries off this role quite effectively as he manages to get on just about everyone’s nerves with his constant late coming blocking their view before his relentless badinage irritates fans and sportsmen alike. In the end, though, a few less scrupulous in the crowd reckon that he could be used for a bet. Thing is, there are others out to make sure he couldn’t out-shout a pussy cat and with the l…
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