One week of the shitty Christmas run-up over. One week less of drunken morons mobbing the bar, practically climbing over it in a bid for your attention (cause queues mean nothing to these pricks). One week down of Made-in-Chelsea look-alikes waving notes in your face, shouting out at you, taking forever to order, ordering drinks one-at-a-painful-time - orders that usually include 18 jaegerbombs (pronounced jagger by the learned drunks of Nedsville) - complaining about the most ridiculous things (like: theres too much ice in my drink), of broken glasses and scared new-starts, of vomit and theft and manners bereft. Of shite Christmas tunes chanted, of tinsel and crackers and shit wine decanted. Of inebriated twats face-planted. You get the idea. Tis the season.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 11:08:50 +0000
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