Last night, I witnessed something I've experienced several times in the past but, alas, not for a few years.
Picture the scene. A typical country pub, log fire roaring, a dozen or so old soaks at the bar when in comes our main protagonist.
It's always the same character; a cocky London barrow boy type who has had a good run of late and he's dying to let us carrot crunchers know about it, whilst throwing in a good measure of condescension.
The proceedings continue in this vein up to the point at which he's downed 4 pints of Mendip Magic and he needs to get up off his bar stool and pay a visit to the gents.
It is at this juncture that he realises that he no longer has control of his legs and , much to the mirth of the assembled, with his tongue lolling our erstwhile blade is a shambling empty husk of a man.
This particular individual was later removed by paramedics from the church railings on which he had impaled himself trying to get to the graveyard to take a leak.
Luckily for him, he didn't end up like an earlier visitor who was chained to the White Post at the mercy of Farmer Dyer and his hell's farm hands. Or, another poor unfortunate who was stripped naked and tied to a tree in the apple orchard with a suckling goat thrown in for company.
Picture the scene. A typical country pub, log fire roaring, a dozen or so old soaks at the bar when in comes our main protagonist.
It's always the same character; a cocky London barrow boy type who has had a good run of late and he's dying to let us carrot crunchers know about it, whilst throwing in a good measure of condescension.
The proceedings continue in this vein up to the point at which he's downed 4 pints of Mendip Magic and he needs to get up off his bar stool and pay a visit to the gents.
It is at this juncture that he realises that he no longer has control of his legs and , much to the mirth of the assembled, with his tongue lolling our erstwhile blade is a shambling empty husk of a man.
This particular individual was later removed by paramedics from the church railings on which he had impaled himself trying to get to the graveyard to take a leak.
Luckily for him, he didn't end up like an earlier visitor who was chained to the White Post at the mercy of Farmer Dyer and his hell's farm hands. Or, another poor unfortunate who was stripped naked and tied to a tree in the apple orchard with a suckling goat thrown in for company.
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