On another serial note…
I walked out the back of the local pub the other night (it’s where all the dirty smokers hang out, but hey my friend smokes so I go out there) and I shit you not, but some pissed up valley boy shouts “My god, you must be on the fucking juice” right accross the walled in pub garden that has about 20 people in it.
“Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be.” I reply.
He later came and apologised to me, which was not required as I could tell he was just wasted and having a good time (it was his, and his wife’s birthday, apparently). I just wish he hadn’t been quite so bloody loud about it.
Im quite sure I would not have handled that as well, especially after drinking for a while.