Last night a rabble of librarians hit the town for a slap up grill and a drink. The meal was slap up, and the cocktail lent me sophistication hitherto undreamed of. I expect I shall satr using sophisticated words like "ambience" and "rendezvous" henceforth, on the strength of that drambuie and lemon based drink.
However, most notable presence at the bar was not me and my drink, (an odd sight with my shabby coat and scungy looking clothes), but a bunch of randy middle aged men. Their eyes lit up as they saw the attractive looking bunch of LAY-DEEES - excluding myself of course - and there was a lot of walking round with hands in front pockets. Framing the lack which is presumably compensated for with a small red sporty car. I was trying to figure out what they were there for, where were they from. I like to think they are pilots, in the school of Mile High.
Then this morning I was walking to work and had to skulk to avoid a large group of middle aged men crying in relief as they found the first pub of the octagon. It was not even 11 in the morning and I do not think there was a shadow past the yard arm anywhere.
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I don't know what you're talking about - you were the belle of the ball! All those suited men were swaying partly because of all the alcohol coarsing throught their veins and partly because they were moved by the vision of coated splendor in the room - you. Actually, their beady eyed sloppy smiles were quite repulsive and I'm sorry I ever suggested such a thing - no one deserves that kind of attention, except maybe Mr Hogg. The highlight for me was when one of them aimed their gawking stare at my chest and I laughed hysterically in his face (the hysterical part being me praying he wouldn't come any closer and attempt to speak) - thankfully he wasn't drunk enough to keep looking after that.
I imagine they are all fond of that radio dials joke. And whatever the middle aged equivalent of lynx is, if you have economic pretensions. Tommy? Calvin Klein?
Every time I hear anything about Mr Hogg I think of a video I once saw "Going Hogg Wild" all about mud wrestling. Or was it "Going Wild Hogg"?
I could get to miss the video store work.
It was pretty funny when you started laughing at one of them and he had to lurch a retreat to the bar.
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