Showing posts with label pub. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pub. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 August 2010

overheard 2

Forget the trials of the working mother, childcare and alcholism can be hard to negotiate.......

"Well the ex is always giving me a hard time about my drinking, but I keep it in check when the boy's about. Like this weekend, I only went down the pub for three or four to recover from the night before, and once I picked him up, I only came down here for a few before I took him to the chip shop. And it wasn't my fault the chippie wasn't open, so I had to pop to the W******l for a couple while we waited, and then it still wasn't open, so I got a pizza and some cans from Tesco, and I only burnt the pizza cos I'd had a few. I was puking up this really red disgusting bile in the sink, and he rang his Mum and proper grassed me up. Right grassed me up he did." Kids huh!

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Overture

The Pub: A window on life.... slightly smeared, with well-worn grubby edges................
Me: A minimum-wage muppet with dreams of creative fulfillment desperately hunting for some sense from the wrong side of the bar .................or maybe an opportunity to off-load without ranting at my long-suffering girlfriend ..........