"Chatts.."..thats the name of the new battle cruiser.
Fun time Frankie and I popped in there today to check it
out. The other caddies present were Twiglet and Baby Staines
....more shite than brains. ( I thought nick-names were supposed to
be concise ). At one point there were 6 staff in there and 6 customers.
Brian at least didnt threaten to boot me up the arse as he has done in the
past so that customer service course was not wasted on him. But I am
sorry to report that it had all the soul of soggy crisps. It was cold...the decor
was dull.....and the same bores were sitting at the bar. It had the ambience
of a motorway service station.
I had been warned by the scouts Chilli and Justin "Time "who ventured
in there last night. But I had to see for myself. It has a snowball in hells chance
of making any money. ....and you could see the new owners premature panic
after only two days in business...he actually tried to have a conversation with me.
I confused the cockney upstart by banging in some of my mots de jour....
unsynthesised manifold....that confused him......and he left grumbling.
Worked today for an absolute charmer.....Jock Miller.....who has booked
me for next wednesday. Darren Clarke may be playing on wednesday.....I
hope he notices that I am looking after his old shoes....size 13...you could sail
the Atlantic in them with a full crew. It was a sunny bright day....the lull
before another storm we have been warned....well see.......
a bientot
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