Viper Higgins was once Jedward's PA/Roadie... apparently
The Viper - everyone knows him as Castletown's Crime Kingpin. The Hardy Bucks' answer to Scarface. The Pablo Esobar of Mayo.
Well, what you didn't know about the Shhhhlithery Shhhnaaake is that when he's not cruisin' round town lookin' for cheeky boys, he's got himself a part time job as Jedward's road manager. Having had all is tweets deleted by the "Illuminati" and serving a ban from Twitter for "upsetting a few people."
The Viper announced his rebirth on social media by spilling the beans on his time Jedward's Roadie.Take from this what you will, but if it's true, Louis Walsh would want to start reading through those CV's a bit closer, before handing out cushy jobs to lads like the Viper.We’ve taken the liberty of putting it into one lovely paragraph below. Save you scrolling, like.
"What you don't know is, in my spare time, I roadie/PA, for Jedward. I lost my job there, and I'm ready to spill the beans. Every night's a session for those guys. They're nothing like they seem in the papers. Last Wednesday's gig was no exception. Within minutes of arriving at the venue at Leisurland, Galway, John gets papped snorting Class-A drugs - off a child's back. The photographer is dealt with by security. Fucker parts with his camera for ten large - a small price for a career in showbiz. Edward returns from the bookies, raging, he's heard the news. "We haven't even opened shop and the fuckin' till's down ten grand!" Things get out of control as John punches an escort in the jaw. I'm forced to quell the situation, away from the room. John comes over to shake my hand, after it's settled. I say to him "Listen mate, the fucker nearly had the shades involved. Wise up."Cunt looks at me, nonplussed. I told him, "You're out of fuckin order, mate. You and yer brother need to wind yer fuckin' necks in." John looks me in the eye and smiling coolly, says, "I'm. Fuckin. Ace.", prodding my chest with his index finger on each word. Next day I get told by management that I'm off the job. The rest is a whiskey fog. When I come out the other end, my tweets have gone."
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