Saturday, December 21, 2019

Three men in a pub

Back in the eighties we used to travel trains in an area. Me and Duche from bristol and a few lads from Notts. We used buy a season ticket to travel all over an area like West country. Bristol, Penzance and Exeter. Cost about 20 quid. Duche is a friendly French national who scappered from france when he turned 16, so that not to do national service. Dom is a dour English football hooligan from Nottingham. Me a 'Paki'.
Three of us went to a pub in Truro and went to the bar to order drinks. We were a weird looking bunch. Dom dressed in dirty tee shirt and a tattered jeans, Duche in a long black coat with a black top hat, and me in a tattered army jacket with a sleaves torn off leather jacket, which looked like a waist coat.
The land lord took a step back words and said. "Whoa lads sorry I cannot serve you."
I said, "Can we have some water please, you have to serve us, as it is the law." I remember on the TV some one say that it is law; that if you ask for water from any house or establishment in the UK, you have to be given water..
There was a bar fly who turned to the landlord and said, "He is right. You have to serve water to the three gentlemen"
Yes he served us water and told us to drink it outside.  We dumped the water and ran away with the bloody glasses.


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