I was in a pub in Northampton and this old boy kept following me around telling me of the cheap prices behind the bar. He must have listed every drink's cost and even lent over the pool table whilst I was taking a shot and informed me that the WKD was half the price of the pub next door. I waited for him to go to the bar before I went to the bog!
I'm terrible at hiding my feelings as my face gives me away - I'm rubbish at poker, but it is handy for getting rid of people who are boring me - even if it is not intentional.
I hope this rambling makes sense - It's lunch in the cricket and I'm