This reminded me of living in London and a set of rude (to any sensible chap familiar with the ways of the public house) behaviours that I became unfortunately used to.
In short, London g*ths were a shower of bastards who never seemed to understand the concept of 'getting a round in'. I'm sure some of them thought it was dreadful working-person's football behaviour and was beneath them. It sure as hell never stopped them drinking the beer they were bought, the grasping little shits.
Thankfully I can't name names (Why should I let people like that stay in my head?) and as far as I can tell, none of the buggers made it to LJ.
However, it's nice to be reminded of something so one can get it off one's chest and move on.
In short, London g*ths were a shower of bastards who never seemed to understand the concept of 'getting a round in'. I'm sure some of them thought it was dreadful working-person's football behaviour and was beneath them. It sure as hell never stopped them drinking the beer they were bought, the grasping little shits.
Thankfully I can't name names (Why should I let people like that stay in my head?) and as far as I can tell, none of the buggers made it to LJ.
However, it's nice to be reminded of something so one can get it off one's chest and move on.
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Date: 2005-02-09 05:45 pm (UTC)I like the restaurants where they write down your order and the cost of each item on the paper tablecloth next to you.
Andrew.
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Date: 2005-02-09 05:49 pm (UTC)Really though I just hate throwing in enough money in the pot to cover my food and drink and a tip, rounded up to a sane number, only to find that we're still 20 quid short and being the one who breaks and pays more just to get the fuck out of there while all the bastard g**ths are avoiding eye contact and whistling nonchalantly.