The night took an unexpectedly sour turn when, right under his very nose, someone (or some people) stole Brendan Mackin's Milk Chocolate Digestives.
No sign or crumbs could be found of the missing biscuits, even after a room-to-room search by the big man himself.
He had this to say: "it wasn't the
fact that I was hungry after a few pints that
annoyed me - it was the principle of the thing
- I didn't get to be the size I am today by
eating other people's food."















