My latest shenanigans saw my drinking adventures come crashing to the ground, literally, at the Old Comical Inn, Ryde on the IOW.
I entered into a lively saloon bar where I brushed past a crowd of innebriated islanders before the landlord held me in his steely gaze prompting me to place my order.
However, it transpired that I was mistaken as our host had a lazy eye and he took umbrage at my interruption.
Digging myself deeper into the hole, I proceeded to utter the very last thing one should say to an individual afflicted with such a deformity.
"Sorry, I thought you were looking at me"
This was the cue for the landlord and his assorted minions to propel me headlong through the door onto the pavement where I landed in the lap of some nicotine stained old trollop who was unconscious on the pavement from having over indulged on pink lambrini.
The motif on her tee shirt?
Wight Trash.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
I entered into a lively saloon bar where I brushed past a crowd of innebriated islanders before the landlord held me in his steely gaze prompting me to place my order.
However, it transpired that I was mistaken as our host had a lazy eye and he took umbrage at my interruption.
Digging myself deeper into the hole, I proceeded to utter the very last thing one should say to an individual afflicted with such a deformity.
"Sorry, I thought you were looking at me"
This was the cue for the landlord and his assorted minions to propel me headlong through the door onto the pavement where I landed in the lap of some nicotine stained old trollop who was unconscious on the pavement from having over indulged on pink lambrini.
The motif on her tee shirt?
Wight Trash.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
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