A couple of mates
and myself, who hadn't seen each other for a while, decided to meet up for a bite to eat and few quiet beers as you do. The monkey chews in chalk farm seemed like a sensible venue, as it was a local and respectable purveyor of both food and alcohol, great.
Having polished off enough food to fill a donkey we proceeded to the bar area to continue drinking.
Someone noticed a full bottle of absinthe on the wall behind the bar and like bulls who just noticed a large red flag we promptly ordered four shots, flaming shots with a spoon of sugar and drunk through a fine straw no less. Anyway an hour or two later, still sat at the bar, we had finished the bottle and moved onto Guinness. Very very drunk by this point we where kindly asked to leave after inadvertently insulting the girl behind the bar. After much protesting the bouncers kindly ended the dispute by forcibly ejecting us out onto the pavement. Determined to continue on our quest for brain damage we commandeered an outside table around the corner and smoked a few crafty spiffs, clumsily trying to hide it from frowning glass collectors etc. Well I think that skunk was the straw that broke the camels back because a chain reaction vomiting fest was to follow, all four of us managed to cover the whole area in thick green vomit. The tabletop, bench seats and pavement where literally covered in perfectly matching puke, it was a thoroughly disgusting site I will never forget. I am truly sorry to whoever was responsible for cleaning up the mess.
Anyway we managed somehow to make a cunning getaway and avoid a fatal beating from the bouncers. Don't think I've been back there since, shame really, its a nice pub.
( ferret charmer, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 12:29, Reply)