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| Had a couple of pints in my local last night, all full of the same people that are always in there. Angry red faced bloke who looks like jim mcdonald from a high gravity planet, remember seeing him get quite edgy while shitfaced one friday night. Girlfriend of horrid slimy bloke who is in often, usually harrassing girls on a friday night, claiming he knows them when he doesn't. The two younger lads who are never out of the place, one has a tacky tattoo band round his arm that reads 'what goes around comes around'. The other lad doesn't have a chin and dropped his phone (smashing it) last night. They both always drink Magner's. The older bloke who always stands by a table in the middle of the pub. Seems to know most people but never fully joins any social group, just stands on his own. Arms behind his back with cigarette in hand. Always seen him in there quite dressed down but was surprised on seeing him in their a couple of weeks ago in full 3 piece suit with briefcase, never really thought of him as being a proper businessman type. The girl behind the bar who is quite moody but always pours my pint as soon as I walk in. She's actually chatted a little in recent months. Always annoys my flatmate by not remembering what he drinks, even though he's been going in there as long as me. The german/scandinavian barman (haven't been able to suss which he is yet). Shaved head, chunky physique but very pleasant. The older people who sit in the corner next to the bar, always remember the old barman screaming at the fella to 'fuck off' one day, dunno what he said to make him snap as the barman was a smashing fella but was one of those moments where a reasonably full pub drops into total silence for a few seconds, like a western. The rather short chap who seems to socialise with a few people, all of who quite obviously don't like him. He got angry one night when some people just ignored him. He does look like an arrogant little prick like, althoguh I've never talked to him so I wouldn't know. The fella who owns Herman the dog. Doesn't bring him in during the week but he always has herman in of a sunday. Little bulldog who is lovely. He gets him a bag of mini cheddars and an ashtray of beer. chatted to him once and he told me all about how he rescued Herman from Gypsies and he was riddled with Mange and had to bathe him for weeks, touch and go whether he'd survive but thankfully herman pulled through. I enjoyed my couple of pints then went home. The word 'literally' has now reached epidemic proportions in the office. Headphones at the ready.... | ||
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