I did say-
Quote: She promised me last night to have her batteries fully charged for next time.
I didn't say tonight. She didn't show. There's loads of explanations for that.
But the pub was interesting just the same. At one point Vic said" My trouble is that I've too good a memory". He was flattering himself as usual.
II replied- "You remember Mummy's tits then? Or coming down the chute?
He agreed.
And then somedody knocked a pint over. And one of the bar staff came round with a red plasic bucket with a divided top so you can squeeze the mop out, a mop, of course, and a two foot high bright yellow sign like those outside newsagents with two legs only about 20 degrees apart bearing the legend CAUTION. CLEANING IN PROGRESS.
I asked the landlord why the sign didn't have a rotating orange warning light and some red and white plastic tape round the danger zone,and an emergency AMBULENCE parked in a nearby layby, with officials making sure none of us came to any harm, and he told me that the insurance policy hadn't got quite that daft yet.
It's good business for those who are on their way up the social scale manufacturing plastic extrusions with lettering patterns and safe buckets.
What I like about pubs is the unpredictability. The whole day is on a sort of narrow guage railway and 8 hours of that requires a rest.
We discussed Thomas de Quincey's attitude to destitute women in The Opium Eaters and decided that Social Security is part of a feminist plot to undermine our position.
There were three Venuses of Willendorf, two, Vic said three, Aphrodites emerging from the waves and a bunch of those Schopenhauer allowed his wit to play over.
So it wasn't so bad really.