When I was a younger lad, I met king Harald. In Arklow
He didn't say much to me cos I had told him to get out of the way.
In fact the quote may have been "Jesyus lads, get outta me f***in way"
In my defence I was carrying a wooden mast that weighed about 50 kg and I was about 15 at the time. And the king was standing in my way blocking a doorway.
Which is considered bad manners in my book. And they did move out of my way and hold the door open so I could leave the aforesaid mast down, as they must have seen I was at my wit's end.
He's come back on a state visit since so he's either forgiven me or forgotten me
