Friday was payday – always a good day – I bought some new shoes, a 4 quid fruit salad and some Hotel Chocolat goodness. Then I headed to the pub – the good old Crown beer festival where, twice a year, random strange looking, ignorant idiot real ale drinkers come to ruin a good night for the locals! One man in particular was annoying me, he was sat with his equally annoying friend around a two small tables arranged for 4 or 5 people to sit down. One of them had more bags than your average bag lady and the other had a shopping trolley on wheels – cause we all needed one of those on a Friday night down the boozer don’t we!
When this bloke was asked to move his stuff so an elderly gent with a walking stick could be seated I thought he was going to explode – HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO MOVE MY SHIT SO AN OLD MAN CAN SIT DOWN his eyes said. He then continued to go through to the back bar with his little beer themed notepad and his festival glass to try another real ale, no doubt jotting down the ales various qualities – if any. As he walked through the busy bar did he say “excuse me” or “mind yer back mate”? No he just pushed his way through. My Pet Hate.
I’d had a little to drink by this point so every time he walked past I greeted him with cheers of “NOTEBOOK” and “EXCUSE ME….COMING THROUGH”. What a tit.
A day in bed promptly followed on Saturday to sleep off the previous nights merriments and later on met Brendon and the gang in the Beacon, which now appears to only let in birds who dress up like it’s the biggest night of their lives. Still, plenty to drool at! We headed to Pussycats and it all got a bit messy from there on in. I did get the DJ to play Urban Cookie Collective’s ‘The Key, The Secret’, so job done.
Today I’ve felt like shite all day, no doubt helped by last nights booze and a 5am trip to the garage on the way home. I stayed in bed most of the day but tried not to sleep or I’m going to struggle to sleep when I get to bed. Early start in the morning, my driving instructor is picking me up at 8:15 and my test starts an hour later – I’m shitting myself.
I’ll let you know how I get on.
p.s. Stav and I are collecting footy scarves – we’ve got 8 so far with another on it’s way. If you’re planning a trip abroad soon, keep us in mind.
“I got the keee-e-e-y!”
Don’t forget we had him singing “I’m too sexy” by Right Said Fred as well! Double Brucey Bonus.
A good night all in all and thankfully less expensive than friday. Thanks for reminding me that I have missed the beer fest again, but honestly, I don’t really care these days.
The only random, strange looking, ignorant idiot in that pub was you! Hahahaha. Poof.