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“I can’t drink rum,” said Gregor Donaldson.
“Rum makes me fight, it makes me violent. It’s a mug’s drink. Bourbon is my poison.”
The 29-year-old has a violent criminal record, despite his youthful looks and easy-going disposition.
Of a Saturday evening, he often starts his night with a few cleansing ales. One or two jugs of Toohey’s New and perhaps a naughty pineapple through Pelican Pete.
That’s fine, according to the V8 Supercar fan’s friends, he’s pleasant enough of the beers.
But when the split-personality Cancerian moves from the brews to the scrub chook [Wild Turkey] – that’s when things begin to go astray.
“He says he’s more of a bourbon man,” he said.
“But bourbon takes our friend Gregor away and replaces him with an extremely violent and verbally abusive person. You should hear some of the things he says under the influence of the corn liqour,”
“Not only that, if you go against him or anything. Even bump into him at the bar, he’ll take a swing at you. Mate, once he knocked this bloke out in the pokie den down the Dolphins Club for pretty much no reason, then he got knocked out. It’s madness.”
When asked whether he had violent tendencies, Gregor said he didn’t.
However, he admits that whenever he gets a rum or two in him, that changes.
“I tell people, don’t get me rum,” he said.
“Then they come back from the bar with rum and that’s all she wrote,”
“Nah, I’m more of a bourbon boy. Bourbon agrees with me.”
More to come.
