What is this all about???

Now some of you may, or may not know, that I do the odd shift in a pub each week.

A few weeks ago, I made a laughing, joking comment to someone regarding the subject of children .. I can’t remember what it was, but along the vain that the one I’d got was more than enough .. for “child” read “Pig” .. anyway this geeky bloke, who’d been in for about an hour looking lonely and scribbling in a notebook, comes and stands at the bar and sort of engages me in conversation.  It was about his daughter who he doesn’t get to see type of thing .. all a bit intense .. and he does look kind of lonely so I chat about this and that with him .. Sunday night is hardly filled with wall-to-wall drinkers!

Anyway let me describe this geeky bloke (he’s since got the name as, last weekend, he was wearing some shorts that Daffyd would have been proud of) .. anyway … he’s very definitely ex-army (tall, athletic (skinny), shaved head) .. you know the type, been in bad places and then wants to tell you all about it .. but can’t because they are too post-traumatic-stressed about it .. it can also apply to many many members of the pub-going public .. “nope, I don’t want to know the ins and outs of your life .. I just asked how you are because I’m being polite!”

Anyway, this weekend a local Irishman was in, a very funny, dry and generous man.  He spots geeky guy and buys him a drink as, no doubt, he thinks he’s a lonely looking soul too!  So “geeky” comes round and they get into conversation .. I know it’s about Ireland .. but to be quite honest I’m not listening as I was talking to other people .. mainly those who had just come back from Manchester from watching the match and were in quite a good mood!

Anyway, a little later I go to the loo and spot a piece of paper where he had been sitting (and scribbling), earlier .. so being nosy I pick it up and take it with me .. might as well see what he is scribbling .. and here it is .  Now, what do you make of that?

When I showed the Irishman (geek had gone by now), he didn’t seem overly happy (and neither did the other person I sometimes work with who had been up to watch United!)

I’m not a bloody guinea-pig!