We ain't got Jack.
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Captain Jack's been given the boot.
Yeah: shocking.
I really thought he'd be back. Indeed, at around 6pm tonight, when he was having his 'meeting' with the powers-that-be, and after seeing him drive into the park afterwards, I figured he'd be up to the gates soon after with an, "Alright lads?"
But no; he's gone. "Gross misconduct." It's always kind of hard to recover from that.
Bilbo must have taken my general bad mood to heart because he was far more on-form this evening. His brother-in-law is basically a carbon-copy of him so it's all much of a muchness there. The daft thing about tonight is the place was as empty as I've ever seen it but we had four doorstaff on at all times. In fact, we had a fifth, but of course The Lodge never made an appearance once the lower bar was closed. This, naturally, counters somewhat with Saturday's farce.
Nothing much happened tonight so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you with a joke I heard from a comedian on Saturday. He mentioned that his wife had recently got a tattoo, on the very top of her left thigh, of a shell. It was so realistic, he added, that when you put your ear to it, you could smell the sea.
Fin.
posted by Sheamus @ 2:00 am
