It was on the 17th of June 2006 that I was at Liam's and we had the argument to which he referred in April 2009, calling me a "weak fuck."
I can date this because himself myself and Mick were there to watch Italy versus the United States in the World Cup.
Creative interpretations of legal code for 2002 World Cup...
I don't care about football, and in fact I hate it. Soccer, that is I'm indifferent about American football, but I hate soccer.
On the 17th of June, according to Liam, I "attacked" him. And I probably did. I don't remember everything about that evening, and never did. I know that I left so I could go cry on my walk home, after overhearing Mick tell him he should just kick my arse out. I was coming down the stairs from taking a piss.
And I remember Liam insulting me for taking my website work seriously. It'll never be anything. And it isn't, still; I only get a few hundred visitors daily, for a total of about 1.2 million page-views between late 2004 and early 2015.
I probably said something unforgivable. I don't remember, and never did.
It's okay now. Liam's the only Irish person with whom I stay in regular contact, now.