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[10 Oct 2004|12:44am] |
Okay, well.....interesting night......let's kick off with work...
Fifty seven people....all in early, which left time for foolhardy theatrics. At least it would have done, but for Dan's insistence in annoying me, firstly by taking the time he should have spent cleaning his working area to play fucking darts on a mobile phone, and then taking exception to the fact that this irked me, despite me simply trying to get my own work done, and making things easier for Lisa.
Later, we got into a row. A HUGE one, in fact...in which he called me something derogatory, to which I replied something that apparently drifted so far above his caveman intellect that he could not understand. In the end he threatened me, knowing that he has physical superiority, and could probably knock me out. In this case, my intelligence in argument means nothing, to his dunce's fist.
What is purely obnoxious is that given my anger and mood, he chose to return later to reinoforce this, by which time I was thrust into my worst ever temper, one which would have possibly brought from me physical reaction, though I know not what I could do, being never in the position to fight, or having felt the need to.
I don't know, to be honest, but luckily he left, and I merely went to the bar to calm down, with a Guiness and a cigarrette, contemplating this new furore in my personality. The simple fact being, yeah, I could have not become so irritable about his actions earlier...but he equally should have not responded to my criticisms with base threats, which are out of order on the simple premise that he is a fucking professional, or purported to be. In this instance he should have merely engaged me in mind, rather than threat of brutality. Tomorrow will be interesting. I will not provoke, I have no wish for confrontation, it will upset me further. But if it comes, my brain will overtake my fear of his brawn. No matter. I am not at fault, as I have at no point suggested agressive violent action, despite my clenched fist and the desire. I have control.
At any rate, I overcame me swearing, furious demeanour, and sat with Bolby (who kindly came to see if I was okay during this eventuality), and we all sat in the Bell laughing and chortling...and the rage dissipated amongst my true friends. We crammed into the tiny seating area, amongst a happy noisy bar, and drank until eleven, after which we all ambled to the New Inn, blessed as it was with a late license.
In this oasis of drinking, we sat with glasses all around, smoke filling the dim light, and eventually ended up near the pool table, and stabbing the buttons of the jukebox, selecting songs to suit our night.
Glorious...never so happy an evening to one so fraught with mixed emotion. We had a great five wat conversation, interspersed with people that Graham knows crashing in. Great stuff. In fact, the thing that makes pubs fun. Rowdy talk, lots of drinking, music, and the knowledge that whatever happens tomorrow, we have lived today.
Or tonight.
The pub ejected us at twelve thirty, our spirited young souls giggling into the streets, and saying goodbyes...Lucy ascending Tothill, Stuart with huge voice and genial exit heading down the High Street, Graham in grey long coat, cigar in two fingers...and then Bolby and I planning our entrance to the house, knowing full well that Des was waiting...with only catnip mouse for company.
"He's IN FOR IT!" laughed Bolb, as we imagined his cat's FACE as we careered in. It was better. We aquired a sweet, a small thing shaped like a key, made from glutomose and sugar and tangy stuff of various acids I would suppose, and we decided to present this keepsake to Des on arrival.
As we approached, swinging door open, DES upped the fun ranks...by appearing on the top of the stairs, staring down at us...
And the LAUGHING started. It was like he was WAITING, JUDGING us, ready for our presentment. We responded, by turning on liight, YELLING "DES! YOU FUCKING WANKER!" and lobbing bunches of keys and sweet combined at his position. Don't worry though, they were programmed to miss. Des lurched aside...and we took him to the kitchen to feed him. Now we are chilling, and I...the arch Zoo, am writing this to tell you about it. I doubt I could do much better whilst sober.
And there you have it....the most fractuous of my evenings...encapsulated in five hours. I am an odd creature, am I not?
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