92A,
I was reading one of your posts a while back when you were talking about working in Lloret De Mar. I was there during those years mate (like half of libpool) and when I read Your post I thought it was meself that wrote it. All the gaffs you mentioned I'd worked in, I had more jobs than Richard Kimble over there!
I'd be gettin the sack from everywhere for gettin up to all sorts but my best one had to be my demise from the Buccaneer pub. I was doing the door an that, meeting and greeting and giving out daft tickets but me mates inside were slippin me loads of San Mig out all the time and I was in and out of the bodega over the road. Anyway, I ends up having a 'smoke' in the entrance and falls asleep. While I'm 'out' a gang of German fellas on motorbikes drove through the doors, knocking over all hands on the dance floor before roaring off down the road. That muat have woke me up and when the Jock manager came running out screaming 'what happened?' I said 'I don't know, no ones been passed me!'
The funniest fella in the world worked over there then, Kenny lad called Gary who the Spaniards used to call 'Gary Manana' as he'd always order a scoff then just fuck off sayin manana lad, manana. His outfit was absolutely brilliant, big tweed suit jacket, t-shirt from the MA club on Sheil Rd, a pair of auld Speedos, bare legs, ankle socks, a pair of platforms like Gary Glitters and a roll up perched at the corner of his mouth. He was like a hero to all hands over there especially the Jocks who idolised the fella. Poor bastards in a home nowadays. It's always the finest China that breaks the easiest!
Just had a few down the Brook and that place is getting depressing. When areas start turning into bed-sitter land it's weird, the Flatty was shut but the Park and the other shit hole were full of poor fuckers nodding their heads over their glasses of mild. Best one though, daft Stewie asked in all seriousness, what kind of animal was a beef?
Had a good night in town last night with the Missus until she took the knock remarkably early. That Gay Pride lark was on and it was dead funny with some of the sights. I'd have traded her in for a few of those trannies if the truth was told, yer'd never have known but for the Gandalph beards. What is it with them fellas and the Nazi uniforms though? There were that many I thought I was in an episode of Colditz at one stage! Ended up eating in that La Lunya Spanish gaff where there was a 'buy one pay for three' special offer on.
Spoiled her by finishing up in the Winey and was brassick when we grabbed a cab home but an auld mate Alan was driving and did us proud.
