08-08-2018, 09:36 PM
Back in 1977, I was helping a Landscape Gardener who was working for a construction firm
that built prefabricated structures for factories and the like. I was seventeen and it was one
of those rare hot July days.
Harry was going on holiday later in the day and since I didn't drive (and still can't), he told me
that after I'd finished cutting the lawn outside of the company's Admin office, I could call it a day.
Harry left at lunchtime, he was the boss' step-father and used the firm's villa in Spain.
I left twenty-minutes later with the lawn-mower stashed around the back of the building and my
sweaty bod running for the bus.
Sitting on the back-seat of the public transport with the sun pouring in through the windows,
I got as far as a pub called 'The Caledonian' and rang the bell to get off.
The first pint of Magnet ale went down in one go and as the toothless landlord watched me
pour it down, he understood the wink I gave him for another one. The second one made it to
halfway before I belched loudly and immediately apologised to the landlord and the guy sat in
the corner reading the racing results.
For most of my life, I've been out four-nights-per-week in pubs and clubs around my town, but these
days I don't even cross the doorstep when the night comes.
Yet, those two pints in that scruffy smoke-filled tavern were the best drink I've ever had.
*Burp*
that built prefabricated structures for factories and the like. I was seventeen and it was one
of those rare hot July days.
Harry was going on holiday later in the day and since I didn't drive (and still can't), he told me
that after I'd finished cutting the lawn outside of the company's Admin office, I could call it a day.
Harry left at lunchtime, he was the boss' step-father and used the firm's villa in Spain.
I left twenty-minutes later with the lawn-mower stashed around the back of the building and my
sweaty bod running for the bus.
Sitting on the back-seat of the public transport with the sun pouring in through the windows,
I got as far as a pub called 'The Caledonian' and rang the bell to get off.
The first pint of Magnet ale went down in one go and as the toothless landlord watched me
pour it down, he understood the wink I gave him for another one. The second one made it to
halfway before I belched loudly and immediately apologised to the landlord and the guy sat in
the corner reading the racing results.
For most of my life, I've been out four-nights-per-week in pubs and clubs around my town, but these
days I don't even cross the doorstep when the night comes.
Yet, those two pints in that scruffy smoke-filled tavern were the best drink I've ever had.
*Burp*
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