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Pickled Berone - The Paranoid Android
...musings of a mechanically depressed robot...
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Pickled Berone
Memories from last night are still shrouded in an alcoholic fog, but I will endeavour to document things as best as I can.

The event was a reoccurring theme of late, another of the Romford crew are leaving for pastures new, warmer climes and getting the hell outa here! The latest causality, and perhaps the last for a while, is TD so to celebrate in the usual manner his early release we met up at the Broadgate Exchange straight from work.

The turnout was good, Woody and the Murphmeister was there along with the usual suspects. Things started slowly with the group of us sitting in the "garden" around a few tables. This is noteworthy, as I've never seen the likes of Woody sit in a pub before. Misty turned up shortly after I got there and apart from a quick hello and a £5.50 drink that was about the last I saw of her until much later. Tink, Des and a new guy called Chuck arrived shortly after. Chuck is from Texas (although not originally) and is here to help out on one of the projects. We spoke for some time about the differences in work culture and drink quality, and I mocked his English (American). Luckily he seems to have a good sense of humour!

I made Misty drink JD all night because of a promotion they are running at the moment. To celebrate Jack's birthday they are giving away hip flasks if you buy 4 JD's. To Misty this is no real hardship, and at times I was tempted to join her myself, but I guess that might have been a little foolhardy. At least with beer I know my limits... usually!

Eventually it got too cold so we moved into the pub. That’s about when things started to get a little strange.
Murph and I were standing at the bar when two complete strangers (one male, one female) asked us to judge who had the sexier arse. This is not a common occurrence, even in the sorts of pubs I usually frequent. I'm not that partial to male butt, so the lass had a somewhat unfair advantage. The missus overheard the conversation, and I believe she voted for the lass, so it wasn't just my preferences that gave the award to the lady. This started a general "sexy arse" competition with Bradders emerging as the overall winner. I have no idea at all how the hell that happened, but I'll let him revel in that title for now.

I also remember discussing bondage with the Pink-one. Yes really, and I have no idea how the hell that came up. From what I recall she's not into that at all, (likes to use her hands too much,) but she did voice a sneaky preference to sex in public places. It was about that point that I had to put a halt on the conversation ... there are just some things you really don't need to know about your boss.

By this time Misty had drunk enough JD for a couple of free hip flasks (and very nice they are too!) And I'd drunk enough to want to get home. The pub was closing, and the bar staff were desperate to see the back of us. There was a hardcore of drinkers left that were on a mission to find another bar, but the Missus and I sensibly made our way to the station, bought some nice greasy food to line our stomachs, and got the train home.

This morning I felt like several shades of shit, but the agony was worth it - a very enjoyable night out.

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From: (Anonymous) Date: September 4th, 2003 08:00 am (UTC) (Link)

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*the missis*????? that is soooo cute!!!!! gawd, y'all sound 20 years worth of married already, and happily settled....^(")'s misty for her mighty sacrifice in acquirin' the hip flasks.....*snickers* thanks for makin' my day wiff the mornin' after...

love,

snuggs...

p.s. have you scheduled yer stress test yet??? you might as well, cause i intend to nag you until you do...and barrin' that, i shall book myself a flight across the pond and come bite yer ankles....and you *so* don't want me to do that.....so, make yer appt....i'm holdin' out on gettin' my rabies vaccine til ya do..*nods*
paranoidandroid From: paranoidandroid Date: September 4th, 2003 08:21 am (UTC) (Link)

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Yeah - she's the missus... as terms of enderment go - it's better than some of the other guys at work! Berone's better half is refered to as "The bird". It's not as bad as it sounds (he loves her to bits) but it's not the best of names.

I need to give the doc's a call... and I will... I just need to find the time. And you should fly across the pond ... I dunno about the bighting of ankles bit, that's kinda kinki if you ask me - but you should definately come over for a visit!
paranoidandroid From: paranoidandroid Date: September 4th, 2003 08:22 am (UTC) (Link)

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P.S.

Get yourself an LJ... Misty n I have loads of invite codes... and that way you can comment properly with a name and stuffs! you dont have to update (altho if you did it would be better)

So go on! ... Get an account!
tweezlebum From: tweezlebum Date: September 4th, 2003 09:52 am (UTC) (Link)

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If I had a nickel for every time I told her she needed to get an LJ, I'd have...well....a shitload of nickels, really.
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