Monday 6 August 2007

Beer & Clothing In Ennis

... The Star Wars quotes continue unabated... The smoke is passed around, forced joviality with a subtle hint of paranoia... A polite refusal, a total indifference... The lukewarm Guinness offers no solace... The smoking area, damp and cold, a mirror to his soul...

A different pub now. A chance encounter with a friend on his way home. A quick discussion. But sure why wouldn't he? It is a bank holiday after all. He should have known better. He did know better. A momentary weakness, a painful penance...

... "That t-shirt is awful gay young fella!", spews a woman as she clings desperately to the right side of thirty-five. A dribble of gin here, flecks of dried-in vomit there... She later lunges at our hero's crotch, misses and smacks her head off a wall... A pool of gin. An instant volley of insults. A hasty retreat... A wise move...

... In the chipper now. The rain outside is biblical. This momentary respite is most appreciated. He politely awaits his regular chip, Fujiya & Miyagi pumping into his ears via his beloved Creative Zen. Suddenly he is viciously smacked across the face. He wheels around in amazement. Two girls stand side by side. "What the fuck are you doing listening to our conversation?", screams the drunker one. Our hero stands aghast. He briefly tries to explain himself, but to no avail. Their ignorance is boundless, their stupor most drunken. He quickly collects his chips and says his goodbyes... The words "stupid" and "cunts" may have been used... With no regret...

The battery dies. No Zen. No taxi. His chips flounder inedible in a sea of rotten vinegar and raindrops. No dustbin. With every passing squelch he is closer to home, constantly reassured by the fact that the night can not get any worse...

A girl pukes on his shoes at the 24-hour. They don't have Hula Hoops.

3 comments:

Anthony said...

I'd hate to hear about a bad night in Ennis.

gimme a minute said...

Sometimes I'm grateful that my youth is lost and I am no longer capable of staying out past midnight.

No fucking Hula Hoops. Fate is not kind.

John Cav said...

Anthony: I know. It is just so very rare that it happens!

Gimme: I had to make do with Skips. The indignity.