Oh man, I never told you all about our Angel of Beer who descended from Heaven to be amongst us for a short time on Friday, did I?
I was in a pub in Wolverhampton, with around 6 or 7 mates, when a very smartly-dressed, but clearly worse for wear, dude walks in (NB. this is a rockers pub, with coffin-shaped tables with pentagrams on, and here was a guy in a three piece suit and overcoat - and a black guy at that, not that you don’t get black dudes into rock, but you get what I mean).
As our two small table are close to the bar, he talks to us as he’s getting served. Of course we’re all :rolleyes: at this total stranger butting in.
THEN he asked if any of us wanted a drink.
Of course we all politely, albeit grudgingly, decline.
So he asks again.
No thanks, very kind, very generous, but we can’t take your money off you, sir ,we don’t know you!
Asks again.
And again.
Insisitant now.
Finally one of us snaps (well, it was his birthday) and has a large Southern Comfort and lemonade.
OK, now we’re off the hook, the dude has a “mate” now he has bought a drink for, he can natter to him for a bit and be happy.
No no no!
Works his way around the table working out what all the drinks are ..”Newcastle…Smirnoff Ice…Whats’ that? Lager? Stella? Fosters..? Nah, have a Stella!”
Long story short, he buys all of us a drink.
THEN as we are half way down said drinks, he gets another round in before we can stop him.
THEN with two full drinks on the table (we hadn’t finished the ones we had when he came in!) WE GET A THIRD!!!!
We all just sat there, looking in disbelief at all this free beer!
Then I had to leave with the missus AND THOSE WHO STAYED GOT ANOTHER TWO ROUNDS!