Grumpus has run into trouble again, his heavy drinking session with Patrick led to all sorts of Shenanigans and a whole island full of snakes attached to him!
Grumpus continued his wandering around the world, after spending a happy, but flatulent, time with Dewi, he now found himself with his old chum Patrick in Ireland. After a Guinness or twenty, Grumpus foolishly suggested a game of 'Toss the Leprechauns', and for some reason, the wee fella's did not take kindly to being hurled through the air. So without so much as a kiss of the Barney Stone, the leprechauns whacked Grumpus on the head, with their magic Shelagh, and Grumpus disappeared!
Hours later Grumpus wakes up and finds himself covered in snakes! Luckily hairy beasts of terror, like the Grumpus, are not afraid of snakes. All that Guinness and magical travel had made him quite peckish, so he ate the snakes, which tasted rather like chicken. With a sigh and a longing look across the sea, to the Emerald Isle, he continued on with his endless wanderings. The Grumpus doesn't like to ponder too much on things and he certainly didn't want to piss off any more leprechauns.
So Grumpus was banished to Grumpus Island, a horrid and cruel place, later to be known as 'England' (strange name, eh?). Grumpus was slightly annoyed that Patrick escaped the Leprechaun wrath, Patrick even got all the credit for ridding Ireland of snakes and was made into a Saint! Bloody typical.
Top of the Morning, Noon and Night to the lot of you (especially my Irish side of the family). Yes I know it's not actually St Patrick's Day anymore, but I just woke up from a Guinness binge*
*No actual binge drinking happened, not even a Guinness this year! Sorry Grandad.