One year, I forget which, due to my penchant for the odd pint
Anyways. Directly across the road from where I worked was a pub. The first pint cold and clear as a Julian Assange rape charge hit my throat.
“MMmmmmm Cheers” says I
The second is also met with a resounding “Cheers”
The third ”cheers” my Dutch courage flowing I started to converse, stories of Amsterdam Stag Night’s ,Reading Rock Festival & Cayton Bay, Wallis Caravan Park Flowed.
Yet another pint “cheers” followed by pint after pint. Each one greeted with an uproarious “CHEERS”

My paranoia descended all of the male clientele looked like off duty Police Traffic Officers. The sound of Tracey Chapman on the juke box did nothing to help the situation, another pint? What the hell “Cheers” In a master class of humour I decided to take the piss out of bullshitting, self-aggrandising pricks in the pub.

It was at this moment I realised I was Legless.


I bought a bottle of Jim Beam and headed back home, I’d repressed most of these memories. Only way to keep what's left of my sanity. CHEERS
( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 20:13, 3 replies)

Cheers

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 17:10, closed)

Chairs

( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 19:26, closed)

Chores

(posthumous mince is tiptoeing through the tulips, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 21:49, closed)