Well it’s been a while hasn’t it?
All I can say is that those of you who used to regularly read the Blog will know why I really haven’t wanted to Blog since what happened, happened.
And that those some same of you who used to read the Blog have also been instrumental in persuading me to metaphorically take down the shutters, dust down the bar, and re-open for boring tirades nobody’s interested in business.
And so, Aragorn in Hidalgo The Lord of the Rings fashion, I return.
As is [was] often my habit I was recently reading the latest reviews on Beer in the Evening, and came across this gem regarding The George:
Best avoided at weekends especially if over 30. Cheap beer but clientele best described as vermin. I keep waiting for Ray Winstone to smack someone with a pool ball in a sock like in 'scum'
2 Mar 2012 05:26
Now clearly the commenter, whoever he/she might be, is a man/woman after my own heart.
[It’s likely, I suspect, that we both share an affinity for wearing Corduroy and mentally barring people for not sitting down].
But it’s absolutely true that on any given weekend night there are people walking God’s own country the streets of Enfield Town who are actual vermin.
ver·min
n. pl. vermin
1. Various small animals or insects, such as rats or cockroaches, that are destructive, annoying, or injurious to health.
2.
a. A person considered loathsome or highly offensive.
b. Such people considered as a group.
In fact, these are people upon whom rats and cockroaches would cast distain. These are people who actual sewer living rats look at, shrug their shoulders, give each other rueful significant glances, and walk away shaking their heads.
I give you an example:
On Saturday night I was in the Perryman/Times Square[1]with Daryl and Jude (who had come in for a few drinks before going to dinner), and Jade and Charlie behind the bar, when a friend of Daryl’s [I can actually picture Daryl sitting at his desk at work right at this moment reading this and swearing at the screen ‘she isn’t my fucking friend’] from the Kings Head came in with two random blokes.
So this woman [she’s 18/19 yrs old, but wearing her years hard. Crack head thin/pale, and with the slightly feral, vacant look of a race horse) comes in (the pub is virtually empty at this point), and sees Daryl and stops to talk to him.
And this part is worth describing in more detail.
She stops, leans in quite close to him, and says, ‘Hello Derek.’
This goes on for a while and eventually the woman (who is the daughter of someone who drinks around town) says that she’s slightly wary of drinking in Taps because she gets up to all sorts [we didn’t realise that we were supposed to take this literally] when she’s out on an evening out.
Jude having told her [being unable to avoid getting drawn into the conversation at this piont] that she knows her mum.
At this point the woman departs and we continue with our evening [which mainly consisted of asking Daryl why he’d constructed an alternate persona for himself in the Kings Head, and that why if he was going to do so would he choose to call himself Derek?]
About forty minutes later Jade comes over to us and tells us that she’s had to ask Derek’s Daryl’s friend to leave because she’d been caught [I say caught, but it wasn’t actually caught and I really don’t want to go into the details of it. If you really must know ask Jade, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it] having sex in the ladies toilets with one of the blokes.
Jade also added that by the looks of things if they hadn’t have been caught she fully expected the other bloke to go down to the toilets with her afterwards.
[yes, my Taps friends, eeeeewwww]
Now am I being overly harsh regarding the young Lady in question? Well yes, almost certainly.
In fact, when it really comes down to it, I’m probably simply just being cruel to and about someone in no position to respond, for cruelty’s sake.
[I genuinely do try to be a good and decent person – I really do, but sometimes a target environment is too rich and sometimes I’m just too morally destitute to resist].
But sometimes....sometimes just the sheer fucking feral state of some of these people actually boggles the mind.
It amazes and appals me.
And she – Derek’s Daryl’s friend – is just one more example of it. One more person spitting on the stairs. One more person putting her foot on the bar. One more person being rude to the staff. One more person trying to start a fight with anyone and everyone. One more person not sitting down. One more person coked up and drunk beyond reason.
One more person unreconstructed, de-evolved and one Jaeger bomb away from throwing up on their own shoes.
One more person....oh, what does it matter.
Welcome back everyone!
That's what you call a gem?
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