The waiter was a trainee and more than a bit lippy even to senior waiting staff who we were on good terms with, so with their help we pretended to do a runner and the young waiter gave chase......straight into the boot of our car...so we looked him in and drove around for an hour and then took him back to the curry house where the waiters were erm....waiting and as a thank you gave as a bottle of red and a bottle of white..so we took them back to my gaff and had a little taste, they wern't up to our discerning pallets so i poured them into a mixing bowl and made pink wine..still not quiet there so much to our missus'es disgust i added half a bottle of her best perfume (Channel) ...tasted lovely...............................over to proph for the shaggy dog story
well it was not lafitte standard but better than californian ros'e ...and we WERE drinking out of pint glasses...AND how we can ever forgive ourselv's ...with ICE
When I was in hohne some germen Policemen came to our mess and told us there was hell going on because some soldiers on exercise had stolen the name plaque of a village. all villages have these things but apparently this particular one was about 150 years old. We all kept plying them with Dortmunder Bier praying they wouldn't look up because it was nailed to the top of the bar about 5 feet above their heads!!! It was restored to its former glory about 3 nights later in a covert operation that ended up in the village Gasthaus.
Back to the original thread. AFA Minerva had an alarm engineer - Micheal Hunt - absolute truth, I kid you not. For some strange reason he insisted on being called by his full name. What were his parents thinking?
I had many a good night in Rhein'd, the Belgie bar, the Royal Oak... could never remember getting back to my pit though!
