Being dragged out of a pub
I was out with my best friend, Jo.
She and I had gone to her local for a few quiet drinks and to watch a band play (The Angry Pirates - they're very good).

Anyway the pub was packed out with a gang of men in suits – all Down From London to play golf – they looked like Essex Wideboys and it turned out that some of them were just that.

I ended up being very rude to one of them – he sold Double Glazing and was rather taken with me – I told him (bearing in mind I’d had 6 or 7 glasses of wine and knew no fear by that point) that he was lucky I even looked at him, let alone spoke to him….I’m not usually like that (ever) but he was incredibly cocky and asked for it…
He then gave me his room number – I laughed and told him he didn’t stand a hope in hell’s chance.

Jo decided at that point to take me home, so while she waited outside for a taxi to turn up I decided to chat to a rather nice looking young chap who had a lovely Celtic design tattoo on his arm. The tattoo went up his arm, over his shoulder and onto his collar bone, he also had a perfect six-pack stomach and surprisingly the pub has a ‘no shirts off’ rule too….Which I found out about when I was told off for making him strip....
And then Jo came into the pub and dragged me by the arm like I was a badly behaved four year old...all the time I'm shouting out, "But he's lovely! I only wanted to see his tattoo!"

She now insists that if we go out I only drink three glasses of wine, no more.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 21 Sep 2007, 15:50, Reply)