Bowe's last night, the barman becomes engaged in a stand-off with some quarrelling lads at the bar.
"Lads, if you're going to have a scrap in Bowe's I want to see blood spilled. None of this ogling bollocks. Get it done."
Situation diffused and without missing a beat he brought our Cremes de Menthe to the table, offered to polish up our monocles and went back about his duties.
If there's a barman of the year award they can start setting up the satellite feed, sharpish.
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You have become obsessed with awards.
Anyway, what if it backfired and they did spill blood? On you?
And you had to take an AIDS test?
And it took six months for the results to come back?
But within those six months you met the love of your life and married in a tiny white chapel on top of a hill somewhere near Mexico?
And she wanted babies?
But you couldn't risk it because the test results weren't back?
So she grew impatient, divorced you and ran off with Terrance McDanger, cleaning you out for half your wealth and possessions?
As you sit heartbroken on the front step of your former love-nest, would you still consider that barman worthy of a prize?
cremes de menthe will fix it every time.
I've always fancied the look of Bowe's but never ventured in.
McMuck, clearly still jonesing after that longest comment award.
Liv - As the girl in that crap Febreze ad says, 'mmmmm... FRESH.'
Holemaster - Do and report back. It's a great, unpretentious little boozer.
I have to say I like his 'tude!
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Creme de menthe? Really?
That's a good trick. Must remember it when I'm bouncing the door again.
Nah, Sarah. Smithwicks in real life.
"It's a great, unpretentious little boozer."
Like the Sackville?
Conan - Slightly less dank but equally inviting.
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