I had a couple of pleasant hours yesterday, ‘wiv me mate’ Neill down at the Vic; actually, when I arrived, it was pretty noisy, there was some sort of pool competition going on, and the barman was running it, and neglecting his duties, well as far as I’m concerned he was.
He was more interested in yelling into a microphone, and running the competition, than doing what he was getting paid for; flogging booze! 👿 😀 Naturally being a bossy sort of bloke, I pulled him into line by requesting that he stop yelling; well telling him more like it.
When Neill arrived a bit before me; (he usually gets there ahead of me and and has a quite drink or three before getting an ear-bashing from his mate) this barman told him he’d have to wait for 10 minutes, as he was busy running the competition would you believe. Emma, the barmaid, must have been off on her lunch break.
I’ll let Neill give you the full story, in ten thousand words, or more 😈 when he writes his comment. 😛
I assure you, that had I having been running the pub, this barman bloke, would be down at Centrelink today, looking for a new job, and/or registering for unemployment benefits. 😀
Suitably chastised, the barman bloke, reseated us at another table, and turned the speakers off, we would not be bothered with his noise; (he’d still have been down there at Centrelink today though) 👿
Neill, of course, was enjoying the best beer on tap, I must admit it’s a delightful drop, which I once enjoyed; and yes, that is rather a large glass, half a litre to be precise. I’m sad to say, that I have lost my taste for beer, although I did have a sip of Neill’s, I new I’d not enjoy drinking a couple of litres of it, over the next couple of hours, so I stuck to the Guinness; content in the knowledge that ” Guinness is good for you” ; that used to be their old advertising slogan; when I was a lad in England, you’d see it on the side of the old buses, so I know it’s true 😛
Had any of you taken the trouble to read the bit of repartee, between Yvonne and me, on the last post, you’d recall she told me to put some meat, back on the bones, or some such nonsense/rubbish. I mentioned that I’m quite skeletal now, and that I’d take some photos of my hands, to show/emphasize, the fact, except I couldn’t work out how to take photos of my hands, when they’re holding the damned camera, and that when I went to the pub to meet up ‘wiv me mate Neill’ I’d get him to take a pic and here it is.
Don’t say you were not warned;
I wonder; should I perhaps put an “R” rating on this post?
I had nice hands once 😥