Taxi for one!

After work on Tuesday, Logan Josh, The Evil Dr Clay and I called into the pub on the way home from work for ONE pint. I emerged five and half hours later, full of drink, shots, Mexican chili flavour crisps, Onion rings and chips. I'm not supposed to say this but Logan had told his wife he would only be having one pint and would be home. As it was, he was still waiting for a taxi at half ten when I left, broke and drunk. In fact the only reason I didn't stay longer was that I'd run out of money and the place wouldn't take debit cards as payment, except for food. I offered to exchange my work boots for some drink but it was to no avail. It seems bartering with clothing only works in third world countries.

Are you my taxi?

During our time there we encountered the pub's quiz, now, I love pub quizzes but this one was way beyond the pale. It was the perfect quiz for people who only spend their spare time watching soap operas or football and use the rest of the time appearing on Jeremy Kyle or sucking their own feet. Some of the questions were: Name a footballer who's surname only has three letters? Which character in Coronation Street just underwent a back street abortion? Name one of the judges on Britain's Got Talent. I shit you not, ask any of the punters about TV or Sport and bam, they've got the answers, ask them who the second man on the Moon was and they'd probably answer 'That right clever bloke in a wheelchair that talks like a robot.' Despite the shushing from the flummoxed punters, Logan Josh and I continued our high brow conversation about aeroplanes at a rather high volume. Fuck em.

Name them

Speaking of aeroplanes, a Spitfire, Hurricane and three Mustangs flew in formation over site today. It was the best thing that happened all day and it lifted me, momentarily, out of my moaning student induced funk.

Cadillacs of the sky!

I was just talking to Alex and Johnny the Ukrainian Butchers. Alex said they needed to find work on Saturday and Sunday, I said they'd be too tired from working all the time, he said if we have a holiday we'll drink Vodka. I said, if they drink Vodka, then I'll end up drinking Vodka and bang goes my weekend, so Alex said it was in my interest to find them jobs on Saturday and Sunday. Oh! How we laughed.