He turned up in a late night gaff the wrong side of the tracks one night just about able to stand-up. Some of the local 'own your own cue' merchants sniffed an opportunity to make a few £ and Higgins was informed the games of pool were half hundred £ a do...'well rack 'em up then' was his reply. He systematically smashed the first four opponents without ever placing two hands on his bat. The scenario ended in chaos with the notion of him ever being paid-out lost in promiseland....with Alex putting contracts out on the defeated wretches before being turfed unceremoniously (sp).
I bumped into him again in the Allied Irish the back of Piccadilly, i was wearing a pair of rigger boots and me strides were plastered in shite and clay a result of re-installing drains in a property. When i got to the counter i looked around and there was Alex on his lonesome and so with a touch of devilment i asked him how everything was in the potting business (a straight enough question ). He looked at me like i'd gone-out, looked down at me strides and boot combo, collected his £'s, fastened his coat and said 'similar to the digging business....full of shit' and proceeded to walk out in that manic FF Virgo manner. Not particularilly funny in the telling but on the day he left me and the two counter girls in hysterics with his timing of. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MC9VLT-Likk