Axl Rose is a bloated prick isn’t he? Seriously. He’s an astonishingly shit human. He preens about this Earth like his balls are clad in gold, when really, he’s just a chubby shrieker with a chemically peeled pink head. These days, he’s less the frontman for a rock group and more like a piñata filled with faeces.

And hilariously, the Irish didn’t mind letting him know. Of course, he’s well known for making the people he’s supposed to love (the fans) wait and wait without regard for them in the slightest, by entering the live arena as late as he possibly can.

As such, the Irish took the piñata feeling and tried to knock his insides out with bottles.

The latest incarnation of the Guns N Roses took to the stage at the O2 in Dublin typically late and hurled as much  at the stage as they could muster.

To play to stereotype, you can only imagine how angry an Irishman has to be if he’s willing to throw away perfectly good booze.

Anyway, Axl asked an already furious crowd to stop chucking things at him, or they’d ‘go home’. They managed a couple of songs before Axl just bid everyone a good evening and buggered off, stage right.

At no point did Axl Rose consider that he may have been the reason why the crowd turned so ugly. We at hecklerspray can only applaud the Irish crowd for the levels of hostility shown toward this jumped-up shithouse.

You have to wonder why he continually comes out late. Is he having a little nap, curled up like a sick kitten under a desk? Is he furiously tugging his genitals trying to get them to work so he can pleasure himself because posturing on stage?

It’s probably fair to say that he’s quite simply, an arrogant chump.

Here’s a video of the Irish crowd turning on Axl & Co. You will invariably feel sorry for the poor buggers at the venue who tried to appease the crowd AND coax Axl Rose out from his dressing room.

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Jonathan Rhys Meyers, the actor that everyone knows as 'him out of Mission: Impossible III; not that one, or that one, or that one, or that one – the other one', is one drunk bastard.

So drunk is Jonathan Rhys Meyers, in fact, that he's got arrested for it after staff at Dublin airport told him that he was too drunk to fly on Sunday and he kicked up a giant drunken stink about it. What's even more embarrassing is that Jonathan Rhys Meyers had previously claimed that he'd given up drinking long ago, although scientists are now claiming that Jonathan Rhys Meyers may have been working off the Irish teetotal model, which still allows you to get shitfaced on booze for up to four days a week.

That last wisecrack was brought to you in association with the Society For Painfully Outmoded National Stereotypes, by the way.

No matter what Hugh Grant tells you at the beginning of Love, Actually, airports are thoroughly depressing places. All anyone ever does there is queue, wait, queue, wait, pretend to be interested by aftershave to kid themselves that they're not waiting – that is, unless you've been on TV, in which case you're allowed to get wasted on as much booze as you can possibly chug in your allotted waiting period.

That's why Scott Stapp was arrested in LAX last year, and it's also why we'll be damned if we ever let anyone forget the time that David Hasselhoff lurched around Heathrow Airport drunk, trying to chat up shop assistants while urinating in his trousers. And the newest entry to the pantheon of drunk airport celebrities seems to be Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who you may know as Tom Cruise's third sidekick in Mission: Impossible III or as Henry VIII in The Tudors or as the bloke from that Woody Allen film that everyone was lying about when they said it wasn't crap.

On Sunday, Jonathan Rhys Meyers was returning from Dublin, where he'd been on the Tubridy Tonight show to promote his new film August Rush – which by all accounts doesn't look very good – where he stopped by the BMI counter in Dublin airport. It was at that point that staff reportedly told Jonathan he was unfit to fly because he seemed to be drunk, then Jonathan reportedly got abusive back, yelling:

"I will get on this flight, no matter what."

And then Jonathan was arrested and made to spend a few hours in the cells. He's due back in court of face the charges on December 5. None of this makes Jonathan Rhys Meyers look particularly good, especially since his life seems to consist of swings between proclamations of sobriety and stints in rehab.

However – let's face it – if it wasn't for Jonathan Rhys Meyer's arrest then hardly any of us would have known that August Rush was actually being released, so perhaps in the long-term it'll make more people go and see… no, good lord no, what were we thinking? That would never happen.