9/22/2005 01:59:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

Just as I thought this blog was at risk of becoming a "party blog", merely detailing my latest wild exploits at a party, somewhere, it looks as if it could be becoming a pub blog. Now, if I were a better writer, I'd review each public house and compare its relative merits to the other pubs that I've been to.

As things currently stand, if I'm not spending seven hundred words agonising over a two word exchange with the window cleaner, I'm criticising gingerbread men- I'm not so much a critic, writing a useful blog which others can use for advice, I think I'm probably a (bit) critical (about everything).

Yesterday evening, Matt invited myself and JD to "go for a drink", as they say- and he was kind enough to drive us there, too. The best part was that I got a lift, even though I live about two hundred metres away! I think this was a victory for slackers everywhere.

I could tell I'm getting used to this "pub" thing, as I didn't feel that out of place, as soon as I was sure the likelyhood of us bumping into any CENSORED colleagues, or former-school nemesises was minimal. This is probably a good thing too, considering I'll be an official lay-about good-for-nothing student in THREE DAYS. Apparently students go to a lot of pubs, too.

I didn't want to say anything at the time, but I've got absolutely no idea how The Greyhound stays in business- considering it was prime time on a Wednesday evening, there was only very few people there - probably less than ten, including us. I mean, if they need to make £x an hour to pay the barmonkey's wages, margins on the few drinks that have been sold can't be THAT big, can they? And the Pool table was only 50p- I'd have happily paid a pound to thrash JD and Matt at my favourite sport.

The most remarkable thing was that whilst we were playing Pool, an old bloke who was sitting at the bar shouted over taunts and pool tips... we didn't even know him! It's just like... people being reasonably friendly. It was all very odd.

The most unsuccessful part of the evening was probably my feeble attempt to coin a phrase, which failed to catch on. "You're getting owned, James", Matt exclaimed... "I'll own your face in a minute", I retorted, feeling proud of myself and my hilarious wit. Unfortunately this was just met with an expression of "WTF?"- even when I repeated it!

In case you're wondering, yes, we were using so-called "Leetspeak" in real life. We have done for some time. Back in the days when I went to school, I helped introduce "own" to the "James' social group" lexicon. (This wasn't entirely singlehanded though, I admit).

Clearly my entending this new-age slang to ones face was a step too far. Oh well.

Never the less, I had a lovely evening of owning Matt and JD at Pool- at least, that's how I remember it. If they tell you any different, they were clearly too pissed to remember who won what.

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