Moaning old buggers.

Leaning on the bar in the Hole in the Ground with Milt and Raul last night my attention was caught by two guys on the other side of the bar. They were giving the barman Mark, a decent chap by the way, a hard time.

Apparently these old buggers were unhappy with the service, wanted assurances that their pint would be topped off properly this time, and also wanted to use the same glasses as before - which Mark advised them he wasn't supposed to do because of Health and Safety guidelines.

Listening to them moaning I felt incensed, I hadn't seen these guys before, so what they hell were they doing in my boozer - moaning. That's our function, only we have the right to constantly harp on about slow service and short measures.

Bloody cheek!