It's just not.. well..cricket!
There I was, working in a bar at the 20-20 semi-final, in my home city. Towards the end of the second half, one of the porters approached bearing a list, and an empty tray. This was because he was on a mission to secure drinks for both teams, to be left in the dressing rooms for the players. He called the drinks out to me, and I poured them, leaving them on the tray in front of him. This system worked very well, until he asked for a dark rum and coke. "Sorry matey, we don't have any spirits at this bar, you could try the other end?" "Nah, he can 'ave a pint, same as everyone else" said the cheery porter. He waited whilst I poured, and headed off, drink laden, to the dressing rooms.

Upon his return, the porter said" You know what, I'm famished, I'm off to see if there's a pasty left in the canteen, you want one Sparkie?" I nodded happily, sometimes only a pie will do, so the porter wandered off whistling to himself, and I thought no more of it..

"Bugger it!" I span round upon hearing the porter's voice.. "There's no pasties or anything!" He complained " I mean, it's not much to ask!"

so I started to sing, to soothe his brow (I've always liked Bob Marley's musical stylings...)

"No rum and no pies... No rum and no pies!!"
It was lovely when everyone joined in, as I'd waited 20 years to repeat that joke!
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 13:45, Reply)