I've met my share of pub weirdos
One particularly memorable occasion occurred a several months ago, in a pub in Andover. I had the fortune and privilege of meeting a legendary immortal, a man loved by all who know him, but whose name tragically escapes me.

I sincerely hope he was drunk, although it is debatable.

I was enjoying a non alcoholic drink owing to my chronic under-ageness, with my fellow band members, surveying the stage we had set up for our imminent show.

This true colossus of a man presented himself to our group, and took a seat in the circle. He seemed to go about his own business, sipping his pint and occasionally interjecting his own opinions into the conversation, in the form of unintelligible mumbles.

He gradually managed to collectively freak us out with his nonsensical ramblings. I, trying to desperately be polite, attempted to hold conversation with him, to no avail. The most I could determine from him was that he held a strong passion for meatloaf. The music or food - who can say?

I failed to notice that around me, my friends had all excused themselves on account of the presence of this strange individual. And I found myself left quite alone with him, and with no covering sound or distraction.

Our dialogue soon failed, as I literally could not understand what he was trying to tell me, and a terrible silence gripped us. I glanced from my drink to him, then quickly back as I realised he was staring at me.

After a moments pause, he leaned in very close and quietly, feebly yet with perfect diction, uttered the words: "Don't be embarrassed..."
(ShitBitch, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 13:15, 2 replies)

so immortal
you can't remember his name?
( new_matt, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 13:24, closed)

Well
We dubbed him Disco Stu or something along those lines. But his true identity remains a mystery.
(ShitBitch, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 9:48, closed)