This happened.
For real.
In a rather lovely, bit swish, hotel bar.
Early evening.
Drunk Guy: You look a bit like that one from Blur
Waiter: *Politely* Which one Sir?
Drunk Guy: The one that looks like you. That’s the easiest way to remember it.
Waiter: The one who…
Drunk Guy: *Interrupts* Like Peter Crouch. You look like Peter Crouch.
Waiter: Oh. I’m a bit offended.
Drunk Guy’s Girlfriend: *Slurs* But you’ve got a really, really fit wife.
Waiter: Except, I haven’t. I am not Peter. I don’t have a wife. I am eighteen.
Drunk Guy: Yeah, you look like Peter Crouch…and that one from Blur.
I really do not know how no slaps were exchanged. I was quite tempted myself.
Nah, this didn’t happen. You just wanted to boast about being in a posh hotel.
I had a moderately aggressive man ask me for 73 pence when I was in Croydon on Monday.
73 pence? What would that buy you? An apple?
It DID happen guv, honest.
lol, brilliant. I expect I was coming out with equally brilliant gems on Sat after a few glasses of gin!
Don’t be daft. You were just awesome to meet and to chat to. We must sort out another meet-up soon x
Mahahahahhhahahaahhah drunk people are brilliant
hahaha! oh gosh, drunk people are so hilariously obnoxious.