Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Not the full story

-He came back in, two friends this time, 'mates' long gone. Talking shite over long lunchtime hours, throwing good money after pints of stout. More big plans from the corner. More big talk, bluster and the forgetting of himself.

-A young one, 22 maybe, shouldn't be seen in a place like this. A kind faced girl who'd ride him later too, if he stayed just about on the right side of bastard.

-Walked in, headed for the jacks, ordered a glass of water and set it to one side when he remembered something about a pint. Another one after that. No companion, or a paper, just somewhere to sit and to sup and to never be seen.

-Saw him leaving, arse over tit over the rest of himself, spilling guts on the street and heading off to find more.

-I sat with him, two stools down, saying nothing, staring at the football, the signs and the bottles on the bar. Two of a set of shadow drunks, eyes tracing the door for the next set of ourselves.

6 comments:

Holemaster said...

Visited Bowe's for the first time recently. It's what you want McDaid's to be.

Radge said...

Ah yes, Bowe's. Top five.

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

"Two of a set of shadow drunks, eyes tracing the door for the next set of ourselves."

Jaysus, I've been trying for the last few days to come up with one of my trademark, laugh out loud, witty remarks. You know the ones.

But I'm just stumped by the wonderfulness of the above line.

Radge said...

Jaysus thanks Mook... Thought this entry might have been a bit odd, glad you liked the line...

hope said...

If my calendar notation is correct, today [Nov. 30] was a BIG day for you.

Hope you have a year filled with everything you wish for.

Radge said...

Well spotted, Hope. I appreciate that, thanks.