I may have been slightly rude to the man behind the counter.. He was **** at maths, went to a catholic school and I enquiries whether he spent more time being bummed by priests than learning.. Can’t think why he doesn’t want me back in there.
It’s no great loss. Chinese food from there gives me nightmares. Woke up at 4am having been having a nightmare that my house was haunted by the ghost corpse of Kenneth Williams. Woke up at the point his rotting face appeared behind my head and said ‘ooh matron’ I consequently woke up feeling weird to then hear the sound of bin getting knocked over in the kitchen. Went downstairs assuming it would be the dog going through the bin.. she was asleep.. I then start expecting Kenneth Williams to jump out at me.
A couple of pints of Youngs because the pub's coolers were off and there was no Guinness!! Why me god? Why me?