Quote: Towns88 "Wow,
Sounds expensive? Well fear not, there's still the Duncan , general Elliot, 3 legs and horse and trumpet if you like a bit of rough and a cheaper pint.
A massively improved city.'"
Wow, you have just spiked a memory. with the GE.
[iNow[/i, you are talking a top class hole..... But sometimes holes are a bit more interesting and entertaining than your regular run of the mill.
Had been propping the Novotel hotel bar up, day and night for all of the 23rd and 24th of December imbibing large vodka and fresh oranges.
A young Russian barmaid had been keeping me company and we'd been making each other chuckle, wiling past the hours. She was a good kid because she took it upon herself to only charge me for every other glass she slid across the bar to me.
Woke up Xmas morning and I'm showered, downstairs and back on my perch at the bar at 10am.
Had 3 or 4 pints and thinking, I've gotta make the effort to move/ find another boozer.
Walks down the canal towards the centre and it's proper p!ss!ng down and place is an absolute ghost town, deserted. I just remember the flashing of the traffic lights in the drizzle and not a soul in sight.
Walks round in circles for half an hour looking for any sign of life and finally there's some bloke across the road, stood at a doorway, puffing on a fag.
'Is that a boozer mate?' I shouts across the street to him.
'Yes mate,' comes the reply.
Result I'm thinking.
Have had the experience once or twice before, but rarely, and I'm thinking, fook me, what have I just walked into here.
Place is rammed, blokes only, sat in big groups round tables.
Put my head down, undaunted, and weaved my way to the bar and ordered a bitter.... Managed to find a stool in the corner near the window as far out of the way as I could get!
2 or 3 pints later I'm heading back to my stool and one of about eight blokes sat around the nearest table shouts over to me, 'are you a cod'ead'?
Now it's hardly rocket science seeing as I'm sporting the three crowns on my Hull FC kagool.
'Yes mate' I fires straight back.
'What u doing in here?' he asks.
'Just fancied a change of scenery' I replied.
'You best come and join us then' he replies.
Well I was still in there at 10pm after they'd regaled stories of their obvious criminal activities interspersed with tales of their time spent in Hull, Full Sutton and Armley prisons.
Fair play to them, they got me a cab back to my hotel when I made my excuses for departure.
It was a fairly enjoyable Xmas day and the Russian barmaid was smiling at me as I wandered back into the hotel bar with only the slightest of wobbles on.
