9 pm: The consipracy is unleashed!
But NO, suddenly everyone quites fancies the idea of rolling into this bar for a swift few. I'm shocked, but at the same time very pissed, so the significance passes me by.
In we stumble, and I'm straight to the bar (where else?!) The words "Double gin and juice.." have hardly left my vocal chords by the time I'm being hauled up onto the stage.
In walks Miss America..
.. with a whip ...
.. and shaving foam...
.. oh dear... suddenly I understand EVERYTHING.
Exhibit F: A nervous smile creeps across my face as the resident burly bouncer takes more interest in the hawaiian shirted dude than Miss America. Wierd eh?
Not that I'm suggesting he's anything other than a red-blooded card-carrying heterosexual, I'd NEVER do that - I value my teeth too highly.
The experience continued...
Exhibit H: Well, I'm glad I gave such pleasure to the assortment of underaged drinkers clutching their alcopops. Heck, I do it for the kids.. (that's a joke)
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