One night a week I work in a pub where I live
needless to say, you hear a lot of bullshit working behind a bar but we have one man who's bullshit rolls out a red carpet before him.

He goes by many names, but most people refer to him as 'bull-shit Kieth' or as i found out recently from people who worked with him previously 'the silver fox'
He is about 5'9 and very weedy looking, which adds to the humour when he tells me story's about how he beat up 4 hench dudes, or infiltrated a hell's angel hangout with a shotgun to get his motorbike back.
He claims he drove from Southampton back to Weymouth (my hometown)in 10 minutes on his bike, not only that, but on the way back a lorry jackknives in front of him, but he manages to slide under it on the side of the bike then miraculously carry on riding without falling off.
Basically the list of shit is endless, and always a good chuckle among the staff (with exception to his girlfriend who works there!)
he always gives you way too much eye contact as if trying to convince you, and touches his face/scratches his nose/ looks up and to the left a lot, however I sometimes feel that he actually believes himself, like he has concocted a memory bank of false memories or something, like he cant help but lie, but doesnt know he's doing it.
Anyway, hats off to 'Bull-shit Kieth' master of many lies.
( Glovington, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 22:24, Reply)