He's got himself a girlfriend. He came on the boards a while ago and started going on about Love or some shit like that.
You'll come crawling back, Horan. After I seduce and bang her up the arse and then paint her face (a la WHC) with both barrels of my cock custard, and after she says "I don't want to be with you any more, Alec", and after you spend a week or so being blown around the dirty rain-sodden streets of Limerick like a ghost in a gale, weeping useless tears that sting your eyes so that everything's a blur, and after you've driven yourself so much to distraction that life itself seems like a waking dream and that leaping off the roof of the Clarion so that you can die and join the real world is all you want to do,.... then, and perhaps only then, will you wake up in your mam's bedroom on a bright Southill morning feeling a bit human again, and when you walk downtown to the post office and the social welfare lady gives you your dole money, you might think... "I fancy a punt." And then you'll be in the nearest internet cafe, logging onto E-I.
And then you'll read this and be amazed.