Well... It was a Wednesday. Pissing down, and I had a day to sort loads of stuff out before embarking on an unplanned trip via Seattle. A text popped in whilst in work 'game 2nite? Have a spare'. 'yes'! Don't mind watching Tottenham and I am regarded as the high scoring mascot. We arranged to meet in a pub around Highbury and Islington. I was early and made my way down Upper Street, checked a couple of pubs and was taken by the welcoming look of the library.
I ordered a Guinness at £3.75, it came with a huge head.
W2N2- Could you top that up please?
Barfly obscured my vision momentarily, as my Guinness was wiped, topped up, scraped and rinsed. And then, a smell, it was familiar, yet somewhat out of place, I turned with my frankenpint to find a table. What was that smell? The surging odour surfed me smoothly into a seat facing the door. It was like an unwashed, rush hour gusset scuttling along on the Victoria line, rancid. Pint now settled, I went for a needed autumnal gulp, another bad smell hit my nostrils.!
W2N2- This pint doesn't smell right...
TL- Oh, that's because it's the first of the day.
W2N2- You knowingly served me the first of the day at 18.30 hours?!!!
Now, we all know what the first of the day smells like! Fish sauce! That was the first smell, what a combination, like a bad cocktail! What is it with Thai food in pub's?
TL- Do you want another?
W2N2- ????????
I left and went to The Cock after all that, not the nicest, but immediately by the station and with good Guinness too. Oh and Tottenham beat the young Boys 4-0.
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