An everyday story of BGAFD debating folk
Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 5:47 am
The noble art of debate!!!
Somewhere in a pub in London, an old bloke, rather the worse for wear, is propping up a bar, talking out loud to no-one in particular......
Old Bloke "I'm sick to death of that Gordon Brown and New Labour. They've brought this once proud nation to it's knees. And they've done the same to the USA. And Japan.. And Ireland... And Iceland... Not forgetting Basutoland and the Calico Islands".
Bystander "Yeah, admitted they made some mistakes but they did some good stuff.."
Old Bloke "**!"##*!**&^%***. Wot. You disagree with me? How gullible can you be? I've read about Nazi Oberfuhrer like you, Commie Comrade bastard!"
Bystander "Yeah but what about the minimum wage, why don't you answer that, it was a ....."
Old Bloke, now crouched down hiding behind the bar " There is a real air of menace about you. I can tell by the way you disagree with me, you could torture me at a drop of the hat. Is that a knuckleduster in your pleasantly tight trouser pocket?".
Bystander "WTF!" and leaves the pub.
Old Bloke now standing at the bar "Pint of your finest amber nectar, bar steward please. Where was I now? Oh yes, that fucking dictator, Brown..."
Cheers
D
Somewhere in a pub in London, an old bloke, rather the worse for wear, is propping up a bar, talking out loud to no-one in particular......
Old Bloke "I'm sick to death of that Gordon Brown and New Labour. They've brought this once proud nation to it's knees. And they've done the same to the USA. And Japan.. And Ireland... And Iceland... Not forgetting Basutoland and the Calico Islands".
Bystander "Yeah, admitted they made some mistakes but they did some good stuff.."
Old Bloke "**!"##*!**&^%***. Wot. You disagree with me? How gullible can you be? I've read about Nazi Oberfuhrer like you, Commie Comrade bastard!"
Bystander "Yeah but what about the minimum wage, why don't you answer that, it was a ....."
Old Bloke, now crouched down hiding behind the bar " There is a real air of menace about you. I can tell by the way you disagree with me, you could torture me at a drop of the hat. Is that a knuckleduster in your pleasantly tight trouser pocket?".
Bystander "WTF!" and leaves the pub.
Old Bloke now standing at the bar "Pint of your finest amber nectar, bar steward please. Where was I now? Oh yes, that fucking dictator, Brown..."
Cheers
D