Ok, Ok..
Thanks Legless. Glad to hear about your lovely lady news and sorry to hear about the lack of job news btw. I do that starsign thing too, but I'm only really good with the fiery ones. Anyway, I digress (again)

A story, to excuse my rant. Not my story really, an ex's.

His parents used to run a large, old, hotel style pub in Amesbury (village by Stonehenge)some years ago. As his parents were pretty tolerant, and their son fairly rock n'roll, they were quite happy for bikers hippies and those who wanted to avoid the small-town-mentality pubs to frequent their hostelry.

One Christmas Eve afternoon, when everyone was having a quiet pre-family duties pint, a real arsehole came in. Abusing the staff, shouting at the regulars and generally causing a fuss. One of the regulars took offence, and decided to physically throw the chap out. However, the chap proved to be a lot nippier than he looked- and this turned into a bit of a chase round the pub.

This would have been Keystones Cops enough, but. He then grabbed the Christmas tree and started swinging it about. The original chaser caught him and was trying to drag him out. Some others joined in and there was a long chain of people hanging off this nutter. Topped off by the extremely large Chinese chef running out of the kitchen, waving a meat cleaver and swearing loudly and incessantly in Chinese... Choas ensued, nutter was swiftly despatched (not with the cleaver) and they all sat down to have a jolly good laugh. Tree burning merrily away on the fire...
(clapper, Thu 27 Jul 2006, 13:51, Reply)