“I got the manager by the scruff of the neck, yeah, I gone, ‘GIMME ME FOOKIN’ CHIPS’— BANG!”

Maybe Ghost had had a little too much to drink. He was telling a story of him at the chip shop, much more animated than usual.

“The manager’s on the floor— security’s come over, I’d gone ‘fook off, fook off’, three of ‘em, all knocked out.”

Was he okay? Is this just how British people are after a few too many pints?