Dag and small K had gone off in the love bus, in search of Sailors that might be loitering near the Thames.
Big Lou had arrived to discuss the rake off that he and the boys would get when Mr K became President, so I left them chatting and went to the bar with Slappy, his family and Gus.
Pete and Steve had left to join the posh group, as they were dying to get into another political argument with Dys. Mr Mc T was trying to write a limerick for when he got back on line.
I overheard Gus talking to Slappy's cousins, and one of them was saying "Ratzenhofer? wossat then, some sort'a Kraut name or sumfink?"
Gus had turned bright red, and his right hand was trembling.....he turned and ran out of the Pub, the taunts and laughter of the cousins ringing in his ears.
Kicky came across and asked if everything was OK...I shook my head and instinctively ducked, as a half full packet of Peanuts shot past me and Knocked Kicky's hat off.
Slappy was too busy holding the Pub cat and stroking it in a lewd manner to notice the bad behaviour of his family, but was shoved aside as Big Lou strode in and picked up two of the Doo Hoo's (one in each hand) and threw them across the bar.
"Yoo aright, Boss?" said Lou, and Kicky nodded whilst brushing the sawdust from his hat.
Just then, the door burst open and a wild eyed Gus charged into the bar wielding a shiny new pitchfork. We found out later that he had spotted it in an Ironmongers across the road, and had hired it for two hours. The shopkeeper wanted to sell it, but Gus didnt want to have any further bother when he went back through Customs, so they came to an arrangement.
It went silent in an instant....even the Frenchie stopped his thrusting, to the dismay of his assembled audience.
Needless to say, all hell broke loose.
Taunting Doo Hoos
Big Lou.
I realized I was as warm as I could be.
