Man it was busy in Won's Westwon tonight. Besides the takeaway being its usual steady flow of customers, we had some interesting characters in the Westwon part. For starters, two very pleasant ladies were in, which was fine, no problem (except one left her hat, which is still there awaiting her return). Then, three farm-girls came in. They work up where I used to work at the orchard and their conversation was... banal. About the most interesting thing they had to say was regarding good husbandry (that is, equines, not their partners).
Everything was going smoothly up until the table of eight walked in. They are sort of regulars and this group of people I can only describe as being somewhere between the Munsters and the Addams Family. Man. I'm telling you. One of them has what is locally known as "wowzie eyes" (where one eye looks one way, and another the other way). Another has two left feet and either eyeballs you menacingly or smiles graciously, which is most off-putting (however, she was the kindest and left the biggest tip). Another of these characters has a compulsion to cover her mouth with a black handkerchief the entire time she is not eating.
Then we were in for a real treat: four young lads in their late teens. Crickey. Man. I mean, apart from annoyingly running their fingers around the wine glasses to make that awful high-pitched whine which drowns out the stereo (I am inured to the same 1980s synth pseudo-Chinese retro "music" by now). Then they started to get loud. About the highlight of my evening was one of these guys was talking at length about some lass which had seduced him when drunk (which is likely spurious, it was perhaps the other way around), who then proceeded to tell everybody an amusing if somewhat triste anecdote about his uncle having an abnormally sized manhood, and didn't mind "whipping it out" into an empty pint glass to show that he could reach the bottom of it. Yes, quite.
At least I managed to say hello to Charlie Bell (no pun intended) whom is an exceptionally gifted drummer.
Right now I am, as the Geordies say "reet fookin knyackad man". I have an assignment to write. Bye for now.
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