Ah, Bestie...
My missus worked on the Kings Road for a while, on Saturdays I'd take her to work then spend the day milling around.

On the day of the 1997 rugby world cup semi (Aus v NZ), I dropped her off then went to a local bar/diner to watch the match.

1045, George Best walks in, orders a mineral water, fair play I thought. At 1100am precisely, he orders a large white wine - bar now serving alcohol, you see.

Ten minutes later, he orders another one. Then a third. Then a fourth.

This was the start of the falling-off-the-wagon binge that led to him getting turned over by a prostitute (it made the papers) and, a few months later, his death.

You could argue that given his fame and history, they shouldn't have served him, but he's just have gone somewhere else.
(Capo, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 23:42, Reply)