Now then, now then…


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I was out with my mate Mike, my sister Sara and her man, One Week John, last night at The Carriers Quarters in Leith.  What a great pub, full of characters and Peroni at only £3.10 a pint.   “Only”, that’s a laugh.

Sara introduced me to a young friend of hers, a 31 year old hairdresser and we got chatting.  Anyway it came to my round and so at the bar I shouted across to the table to see who wanted what.

“Guiness.” said Mike

“A peroni doll” said Sara

“Pint of Tennents lad.” cried One Week John.

“Nah, you’re all right pops.” said the hairdresser.

Pops?

POPS?

Me?  Pops?

Crushed I was.