Met Novelist Supermum in town at lunchtime to get some photos and pop our passport renewals into the check and send service at the Post Office.
Decided to have lunch in "The Cornmarket". Food was OK, but we were slightly delayed by amateur drinkers at Christmas time. The sort who never usually come into a pub at lunchtime, or socialise with the other bods in suits that they are out with, so stand around in large groups at the bar, being indecisive and generally getting in the way.
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AND ORDERING THE GUINNESS LAST. The bastards. Being a semi-pro drinker (I'll go pro when I get the right sponsorship deal) this gets right on my tits.
Too True!!
"Guinness?"
"is it nice?"
"I'll have one of those"
"Yes me too"
"I'll have Whatever he's drinking"
"Do you do halves?"
"Is the bosses credit card still behind the bar?"
AARRGHHH!
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