A thoroughly pleasant night for all concerned
It was the start of my third year at university. During my second year I had become a regular at the pub my friends worked in, a nice, student-friendly place which still had all the usual locals - Andy Windows the window-cleaner, Sami the kebab-shop owner, Brian the guy who took quiz night way too seriously, Russ the former lecturer who had pleurisy from 40 years of excessive marijuana intake and wouldn't give it up, 24-year old Danny who'd given himself kidney failure and lost his septum from too much coke and drinking and wouldn't give THAT up either... etc.

But the best lot were the landlords and their family. Tony was a great guy who I've never heard anyone say a word against. Boyzo, their son, who you should never leave alone with his parents when drunk - he smashed the jukebox, quiz machine, numerous doors and pint glasses in fits of anger over their misunderstandings. Angie, big brassy Devon lass, the landlady, who was lovely if you were on her right side but god help you if you crossed her, and Carly, the daughter who was a magnified version of her mum.

Over the summer, me and a friend had been involved in a car crash. She worked in their kitchens at the time, and despite being in a neck brace, went back to work two days after the crash because she needed the money. Well it took Carly all of two days to shout at her because apparently she wasn't working hard enough. She hadn't been happy beforehand anyway, so she quit. They barred her. I stopped attending in protest.

Until the night I got utterly smashed at the pub up the road. And took a couple of pills to go with it (this was back in my reckless days). I walked into my old local at about 9 and can't remember anything until a half-hour window of lucidity between 11 and 11.30 - but apparently, after an open-armed "cyph! where have you been?" welcome, I proceeded to tell the landlady and her daughter exactly why I hadn't been in and what I thought of their treatment of my friend in no uncertain terms, then walking off as if nothing had happened and being extremely loud and obnoxious for the rest of the night.

I am told I left them speechless.

This was also the night I got off with four other girls apart from the one I was supposed to be getting off with. And kissed a guy.

It was one of my proudest moments.
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 16:24, 2 replies)

Ahhhh,
that sounds lovely! Its a bit like Cheers.
( SpankyHanky, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 16:30, closed)

bit like cheers...
...but with more curlicues.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 17:44, closed)