Pft - will I never learn
So I'm not the kind of chap who women routinely proposition. You know the type. Bad hair, wonky glasses, habit of making pretentious jokes and then laughing at them.

There is, however, one exception, and that's when I've just sung kareoke. I think to an extent it's the Susan Boyle syndrome of "bloody hell, you wouldn't expect someone who looks like that can actually really sing. Not just hold a tune". And I can.

So anyway, boozer round from my workplace, I'd just finished a frankly spot-on rendition of "New York, New York" to a packed pub, even milking it so far as to amble slightly up the staircase to make an impromptu stage. The rather attractive and sufficiently-younger-and nubiler(word?)-than-me barmaid says "you know, you could have any woman in this bar right now."

My response?

"Thanks, 2 pints of Spitfire and a gin & tonic please".

Much mockery from workmates. Including the one who subsequently took her home. Ah well.
( prince-igor si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses, Tue 23 Feb 2010, 11:16, 2 replies)

Hahaha oh Egon!

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 23 Feb 2010, 11:39, closed)

I thank you for your sympathy.
and hope it inspires another image with rain. Inside a pub where there is kareoke.
( prince-igor si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses, Tue 23 Feb 2010, 13:16, closed)