I was going to title this post “Don’t you just love gay barmen” but realised that you could all get the wrong impression. One that involved some bendage over bar counters and various entirely inappropriate lunchtime activities.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. I was chatting in the pub with the bar type servy drinks geezer about various subjects ranging from Motorbike insurance and mortgages and attitudes to sex (what? Well it was just us in there so we could discuss what we liked) and I said
“Well being a bit older than you our attitude to sex was probably a bit different when we were teenagers”
“Well your not that older than me are you, I’m 37 – how old are you?”
“45”
“Oh! Really?” he said looking surprised (What a nice bloke, I think)
“Well then, you are quite a bit older than me” he said with a toss of his head (You git! You had to get that in. And that is all your getting in after that comment matey)
So there ya go, complimented and insulted with style, in the way only a gay barman in Soho can.
I love working here.
2008-05-13 @ 15:09