I misplaced a hat a couple of weeks ago & on Friday I found out I'd left it at somebody's house. We arranged to go for a pint & he would bring it with him.
I set off sans chapeau, as I would be reunited with a favourite headpiece soon enough.
I arrived at the pub first. There was a group of people wearing Christmas jumpers, singing along loudly to the Christmas songs which were playing. I sat outside where it was fairly peaceful, if a little cold without a hat.
My mate was on his way, a 10 minute walk from his house, I was informed of every song by the drunken chorus gently carrying each one through the front door, windows and facade.
Mild disaster struck, text message: "I forgot your hat, been back for it, setting off again now."
Before much longer, the vociferous throng began to shout George's words as melodically as they could. When the doorman gracefully pulled his handle to grant entry for some new arrivals I heard a few notes of the recording.
Ear poison. My 4th dose since signing up if I've remembered the count accurately.
We went on to visit every pub in the area so it was ultimately worth it even though the scars of another whamming remain.
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