whilst at the local last evening:
1. yers truly was chatted up with a fit south african and a kiwi geezer who
(a) gave me stick for my supporting england rugby
(b) happened to be manyooooo fans
so friends or foes?
2. some young nubile local bird's mates went up to my favouritest band, telling the lead warbler that she turned 23 in the wee hours of this morning, cue the happy birthday tune
- do these bairn's have to remind me how old i am?
3. some yorkshireman cum postie cum chav who's holidaying 'ere went up to several local bints and tried to snog each and every one of 'em. erm, including moi
- either he was
(a) under the spell of exotic :: puke! :: asians or
(b) is an utter loser back home in the moors
(c) ok so there ain't many exotic :: puke! :: asians in and about where he lives
4. said yorkshireman cum postie cum chav ended up pulling the local's resident psycho with equally mad barnet
(a) who's old enough to be his gran, no i'm not exaggerating
(b) that led to said kiwi geezer commenting, "..a match made in heaven. a psycho pulling another.."
5. i had my 15 seconds of fame warbling the "la la la la etc etc" bit to said favouritest band's take on the cranberries' "dreams"
(a) the lead warbler was prompting the few limelight seeker's amongst us to, erm, warble
(b) so i'd expect some regular's beggin' for me autograph the next time i'm there
6. erm, i was up to some, uhm, mischief and no, no sordid details 'ere :P
so there. an evening out with some mates - and meeting a pair of wee island-resident bloggers - with some unexpected turns.