Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Sometimes it's all a bit surreal.

Especially when you're sitting at the bar of your local historic pub (which has a vending machine in the bathroom that sells blow-up sheep sex dolls, vibrators and viagra) drinking a pint of cider, watching one of the pub cats sleep on a bar stool, whilst Mean Girls plays on a plasma screen, its sound drowned out by a string of Garth Brooks songs. Meanwhile, a burly Welsh man and a small Indian guy stand at the jukebox arguing over whether to play more Garth Brooks or some Ice Cube.

7 comments:

raych said...

sounds like a fun bar!

Dune said...

Why haven't we played darts there yet??!!

All bathrooms should sell vibrators - that's a brilliant idea!

Mars said...

that's some foxymoron...

surviving myself said...

I hope they went with the Ice Cube.

Gnugs said...

Just where exactly are you... I must go there. Immediately!

moxie said...

Jebus. Even here in Texas if I heard Garth Brooks while drunk I might rupture something. Not to be confused with "rapture."

Incidentally, Monford (whom said bar is named after according to wikipedia) is also the name of the psycho juvenile detention facility out here.

I hear vending machines in Japan sell schoolgirl sweat. For real.

kae said...

where are you, dude?