As a student
at one of our older universities. We occasionally used to do pub crawls just around the bars of different colleges. It was a bit of variation without having to go to normal pubs, where they expected you to pay normal prices for a pint.

Anyone, one pleasant summer evening, after having a few rounds already, we decided to wander into one of our favourite college bars. It had a certain olde worlde charm and a good selection of beers, and a few arcade games. It was unusually busy that evening, but quite somber, and it didn't really look like a student age group. A couple of us went over to the machines in the corner and started a game, a few sat down, and I wandered over to the bar, with it being my round, to order several pints. Whilst waiting, I started nibbling on a sausage roll from a plate that had been left on the bar.

The barman drifts over, leans well over the bar so his face is close to mine, and whispers 'You do know this is a wake, don't you?'. At this point it penetrated through my fuzzled brain that there was a large portrait of a donnish looking fellow propped against the wall, that most people were dressed in black whilst I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt, and that my mates were playing a loud game of Virtua Tennis in the corner. There were also quite a few bemused looking people sat about the place.

Do you remember that episode of the Simpsons where Homer steps backwards slowly into the hedge and disappears, like this? www.gifbin.com/985954

I did that, but out of the door, then I texted my friends once I was outside.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 16:42, Reply)