September 1st 2018
Today a guy called Michael took a particular dislike to me. We’re on a pub crawl and in The Crown(TM) Michael decided he didn’t like me. I don’t think I did anything to trigger that, but it’s completely within the realm of possibility that I did.
And so, we left. We didn’t want Michael to fully explore his dislike with me, so we crawled back to the previous pub and pretended nothing happened.
I’m not too arsed about Michael disliking me, the thing that irritated me was that Michael’s mum seemed to have a real problem with me.
I’m the kind of person who likes to be liked, and neither Michael nor Michael’s mum took a particular liking to me.
And so, Michael (a man in his forties, at a guess) almost chased me to the new pub until the landlord of the pub told him he was being a bit of an arse. And he was being a bit of an arse.
Until tomorrow, and so was his mum.