22 August 2003
Cocky Barman, looking at my friend's somewhat ample bosom: "By 'eck, I bet they're saggy belly warmers when you take your bra off"
Friend: "no they fuckin' ain't"
CB: "prove it"
Friend: "ok then" (walks off in the direction of the stairs leading to the cellar)
CB: "...!"
Friend: (turns round to see him standing where he was, mouth hanging open) "well, are you coming or not?"
CB: (looks around, still in shock before following her)
There is, at this point, a short pause as both of them are out of sight, before my friend returns to her seat, laughing.
A minute passes, then another, and another, and yet another.
CB (appears back behind the bar, shuffling the meal orders): "right, who's this steak baguette for?"
Regular sat next to me to CB who has observed this whole exchange in silence thus far: "what the fuck did she do to you, you're never normally that interested in anyone's dinner..."
CB to my friend: "Go on, show him what you just showed me..."
Friend: "ok then" (walks back towards the cellar and repeats the above process)
Regular: "...!" (drains pint, shuffles newspaper, stares into mid-distance looking shell-shocked)
CB: "well, did she do it?!?!?"
Regular: "Another pint please." (drains pint)
I think I need to move to London...
I want to move to london!
Hey I live in London and its only in the small parts that you will be lucky to see something like that happen to you. Or if you ask nicely ;o)
Too funny!
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