Stuff About Cars

Every pub has its characters, and most probably have at least one grumpy old man. Ours is a chap who can only be adequately (and accurately) described as an old git.

I won’t name him, as some people who know him read this blog, but he is a menace. He comes in three nights a week and has two glasses of red wine. As the landlord pours the wine, this fellow blatantly crouches at the bar, peering over his glasses to make sure that the level of his drink reaches the line on the glass. Nothing discreet about it… it is actually very rude.

Most annoyingly, part of his ritual upon arrival is to check the expiry dates on the tax discs on the cars in the car park. He then gleefully assails any unfortunate person whose disc has expired, and gives a very, very annoying countdown to those for whom renewal is imminent.

One of these days I’m gonna…

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