king of the slums wrote:
All this talk last weekend about the eclipse got me thinking of a lads holiday we had last big eclipse in 1999. We stayed just in land from Portreath at a place called Illogan in a farmhouse conversion. My mate, who’s no longer with us (RIP), emptied the bandit in a pub in Illogan on his first go and the whole pub turned a bit American Werewolf in London as some 8 year old local kid had pumped it full of coin before it dumped 30 quid out on us. Portreath is a cracking beach though, I could happily live down that way if work and money wasn't an issue. Proper bumpkin action and cracking beaches.
Looks proper that KOTS - hoping to find some similar places whilst down there
The American Werewolf stuff reminds me of a New Year in deepest, darkest Norfolk. About 20 of us had hired a massive old manor house for a few days and decided we'd spend NYE in the local boozer. I'd done the decent thing earlier and visited said pub to ask if it was OK for a group of us to head down as we didn't want to spoil anything that might already have been arranged - all was good
I perhaps should have mentioned that the majority had decided to go in fancy dress.........cut to us walking into a pub packed full of locals dressed as Marilyn Monroe, BA Baracus, John Wayne, William Wallace, Wonder Woman etc etc
Place stopped dead. Pins could be heard to drop. My mate who was BA Baracus was of Barbadian decent, big hulk of a bloke, had shaved his head a la BA and had a tonne of chains and padlocks round his neck with feathers sticking out of his outfit (he'd done a good job!). He slowly walked to the bar and said "Pint, pint of milk sucker....."
If possible it got quieter. The barman shat himself a new arsehole. I could feel the tension grow. Suddenly a little voice from behind the bar piped up "You come by plane BA?" and an old lass plonked a pint of milk on the bar. It was the landlady I'd spoken to earlier and the atmosphere changed in an instant
Steve necked the milk and then spent the rest of the evening having his picture taken with everyone in the pub - the ladies especially later on in the evening....... One of the best nights I've had on a NYE in the end and the landlady was equally pleased as we'd boosted her takings no end!
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