Upon returning from the loo in one of Ramsgate's 'classier' pubs last night, I found one of our local arguments for euthanasia rifling through my handbag.
"What the f*ck are you doing?" I gently probed, as if it wasn't painfully obvious.
"I was looking for a lighter." Came the rather lame response.
"Couldn't you just ask someone at one of these tables?" I enquired.
"None of them like me." I was hastily informed.
Well I'm not bloody surprised!
I should have called the police, really, but from previous experience I've found that they like to do exactly the same thing as him, albeit for a different reason, so I plumped for pushing him over backwards and requesting that he leave the premises immediately.
Judging by the reaction from the rest of the pub, I feel it safe to assume that at least half of what he told me was the truth.
The Bull's Hit.
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After planning to spend the weekend by the sea in Ramsgate, and then
feeling like I'd spent the weekend in it, it would be so easy to blame the
council. Bu...
14 years ago
3 comments:
Lucky he didn't find that pirrhana you keep in there.
Not far off.
'twas Hamiltons Tavern and I was just in there whilst waiting for some beansprouts and noodles to be microwaved, a couple of doors down.
I find myself quite enamoured by the landlord, Tom, who cuts quite a dash in a rugged, intellectual way.
He's married too, which makes him that much more exciting.
The piranha isn't in my handbag!
Enjoyed a lot! »
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