- Hey Steph, Do you when I was working in Sloanes Pub in the UK?
- Yeah, you worked as a barmen there for about a year, didn’t you?
- That’s right. Well anyway there was a guy who used to drink there quite regularly called Alan. I met him in the pub and we used to chat together quite often. He was an ex-soldier and he’d served in Northern Ireland with the British army.
- Did he see any action there?
- Yeah, he was there for two or three years in the 70’s when things were really bad over there. Anyway, He used to come in and drink a lot around lunch time. He was quite a heavy drinker. One day he walked in the pub about 7 o’clock when I was working behind the bar, it was obvious he’d already had a lot to drink.
- How did you know?
- Because I’d served him 4 or 5 beers that same morning, and I could still smell the beer on him.
- (Laughing) oh yeah, right!
- So, he came in, walked up to the bar and bent over. He sort of disappeared below the bar. I thought he was tying up his shoelace or that he’d dropped some money or something. Anyway he stood up and put this false leg on the bar.
- A false leg?
- Yeah, he put this false plastic leg on the bar in front of my face.
- Was it his?
- Yeah… it was his leg. Apparently his right leg was blown off by a bomb while he was serving in Northern Ireland.
- Oh no!
- So…so he put his false leg on the bar and said…Fill this up with beer Craig, I want to get legless tonight!” |
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- You’re joking!
- No, really. He had a great sense of humour. A really nice guy.
- Did you fill it up for him?
- No, of course not. I bought him a beer though. And he did end up getting completely legless! |
