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Fun night out last night, which started slow and built. Stops on the Road To Hangover included:
Glasgow's Only Micro-Brewery (I don't drink beer)
The Ubiquitous Chip (Good Food)
Jinty McGinty's (Live Oirish singer, and a blonde barmaid with a Large Black Bush)
The Loft (vast bar above the Grosvenor Cinema)
and, finally,
A Nightclub in a Crypt (Oran Mor)

A good time was had by all, but the play-list in the night-club (and the fact I was back in old student stamping grounds) had me wondering if I'd wandered into the time-slip 'tec show currently running on the BBC (Life On Mars):

Blue Monday
Planet Earth
Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)
That stupid one with the Leo Sayer riff
and Jump by the Pointer Sisters.

I was distracted slightly (along with every other guy in the place) by the pair of blondes who decided to treat their boyfriends to a display of simulated lesbianism on the dancefloor, but left before it all went horribly wrong.

I wonder what happened to Neil and Ewan?

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a blonde barmaid with a Large Black Bush

*blinks*

It's a running joke we've had for about 15 years - I quirk my eyebrow, ask her if she has a black bush and she brings me a large one. With ice. If the pub's too loud to be heard, she just sets it up while I'm on my way to the bar.

(Black Bush is a very nice variant on Bushmills Whisky).

I wonder what happened to Neil and Ewan?

You lost them? They lost you? Was any of this deliberate?

I was drinking BB during the latter end of the very messy Friday a couple of weeks ago and it was all proceeding just fine until the landlord got behind the bar...

She IS the landlord, but I didn't feel up to a lock in last night.

Our landlord is Clive, a.k.a. the Sgt-Major, and he can twist a request for a G&T into a dirty joke - mine for BB when I'm (ahem) tired & emotional is fuel to the fire...

Come closing time Eileen will nod you into a little snug as the doors get locked- I've had some good nights when the live act gets their guitar back out, and the songs start following the stories start chasing the whisky. When I wore a younger man's clothes, that is.

Discussion at the bar around the day the licencing laws changed:
"No, I'm not extending my opening hours. No, really. They've just made what we always did legal, that's all."

"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got..."

I miss the days when i lived 90 seconds away from Jinty's, when one of my flatmates was a barman there, and I never left the place alone. Ach well, that was in another country...

Nice to know I can still go back now and again though.

Indeed. I can't - my place like that was The Fishing Admiral on Water Street in St John's, which is now an Indian restaurant. The manager kissed me & made an announcement the night I was finally legal to be there (19th birthday). I'd had my own stool at the end of the bar for over 2 years by then. ;)

I thought he kissed you when it was legal to do that - what is the age of consent for a Newfie anyway? :-P

I was friends with his girlfriend - so he & I weren't on kissing terms!

I think the legal age of consent is 16, but the historic one is rather lower.

I take it you have given them back again? ;o)

Nah, I still wear them some weekends ;-)

I left them in the nightclubs with their tongues hanging out. It seemed the right thing to do. Of course, neither is answering their phones or emails this morning...

*snicker*

At the very least.

You, sir, are a rake and a rogue.

Why thank you, m'am.

I'm pleased that you took that comment in the spirit in which I intended it :)

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