Dedicated to exposing a lier
A lad that used to drink in my local pub for a while before he fucked off out of the county, would constantly bore us with lies about what he got up to in his year travelling the world.

Some fine examples are that he was Jacques Villeneuve's personal butler, how he was a professional kangaroo hunter and how he came into the possession of a skiing chateau in the Alps.

One of his less imaginative boasts was that when he was visiting Christchurch (New Zealand) for a week, that he got onto the 'wall of honour' in an Irish bar called The Bog for drinking 100 pints of Guinness.

A wall of honour is basically a massive board with lots of names on it with the date that you had drunk a certain amount of drinks in that pub. As I just stated he claimed he got on the wall after drinking 100 pints of Guinness.

That is doesn't sound an overly large number, but it does equate to roughly just under 14 and a half pints of Guinness everyday of the week that he was there. He's usually on his arse after 4 so I was very dubious of this claim.

So much so that when I just happened to be in Christchurch for a weekend while on a holiday to New Zealand, that I found the pub The Bog. I checked the board, his name wasn't there.

He still wouldn't admit to lying when I told him of my visit to the pub and the lack of his name, he even claimed that someone must of stolen the board with his name on as a trophy. Still ploughing on even when exposed. Lying Cunt.
(fearsome mumbler is shit at telling stories, Tue 17 Aug 2010, 22:38, 7 replies)

Man in pub lies about drinking exploits
And then acts oblivious when a weirdo obsessive acquaintance, who is probably exaggerating here massively, goes halfway around the world and proves him wrong. Or not.

Shock horror. Boo hoo.
(Mr Big Stuff, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 0:15, closed)

You're unashamedly stealing Amourous Badger's persona, right down to the choice of phrasing. Get to fuck, you pathetic cunt, and try to find something more productive to do with what passes for your life than being a second-rate troll on a forum which really doesn't care.

AB does this better than you. We do not need a Tesco Value tribute act.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 2:16, closed)

Unfunny troll on internet pretends to be other unfunny troll on internet.

(god_is_a_ghoti Carpe Deum., Wed 18 Aug 2010, 12:24, closed)

Exaggerating?
I never went to the other side of the world to prove him wrong. I was there on holiday and just happened to stumble across the pub he mentioned in central Christchurch. Seen the pub name remembered the story...
(fearsome mumbler is shit at telling stories, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 17:40, closed)

To give him a bit of credit...
I met a guy (a complete bell-wipe) in australia, who had a job shooting kangaroos in New South Wales. We didn't believe him, but then it turned out that it is quite a common thing for back packers to do. The pay is pretty much non-existant, as they are really just there for the experience, but it does happen.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Wed 18 Aug 2010, 9:34, closed)

To be fair...
...you have a point there. From my time in Australia I heard of people doing it too. But it was like 'a friend of a friend...' no one I knew ever knew anyone that did it but heard stories. The combination of that and the way he says he was out stalking roos for days, makes himself sound like rambo, and full of shit.
(fearsome mumbler is shit at telling stories, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 17:48, closed)

I like the idea of 'fucking off out of the county'. It's as if he'd overstayed his welcome in Northamptonshire and had to tough it out in Bedfordshire instead.
(Chopsey, Wed 18 Aug 2010, 18:47, closed)