Wha-chink and the decimated pint.
Tonight something happened which will go down in the history of my friends as "The wha-chink incident". It won't sound half as amazing here as it was to actually be there and see, but I feel I must record it for some sort of posterity, so here is the story:
The night began innocently enough, me and two friends (Chris and Dunc) went to Rileys, a pool-house/bar in my hometown for a few drinks and much pool playing. A couple of drinks into the night, while admittedly larking about a bit, Dunc is launching the balls down the table at a fair speed towards Chris, who is collecting them together to rack up another game. Then disaster struck, one of the balls didn't bounce off the end cushion in the expected way, no, not at ALL in the expected way. It launched itself up into the air with a sort of "Wha" sound and flew a good 5 to 8 feet, gaining a height of at least about 3 feet, before colliding with what can probably be described as one of the most unfortunate pints of beer to grace the planet (Dunc's pint interestingly enough) and making a not so lovely "Chink" sound leaving a sort of "Uh-oh" thought on ones mind, just before said unfortunate pint came crashing down from the (moderately high) table to shatter into countless forsaken glass fragments upon the floor, not to mention a rather large puddle of spilled beer (it was a full pint give or take a sip or two).
...and yes my life IS so sad that I felt it neccecary to dramatise that event. But seriously, you HAD to be there to appreciate what was clearly a million to one (if not smaller) chance event such as this. All in all, much laughter (possibly at Dunc's expense since it was his screwup and his pint) ensued, followed by Dunc using a small rag to try mop up the beer (and refusing our advice to just go ask for a mop).
Anyway, it's after 6am (didn't get home until after 5, Rileys doesn't close when it stops serving alcohol at 11, it's open 14/7), so I'ma gonna wrap this post up and prolly get myself to bed soon. Dream well folks.
The night began innocently enough, me and two friends (Chris and Dunc) went to Rileys, a pool-house/bar in my hometown for a few drinks and much pool playing. A couple of drinks into the night, while admittedly larking about a bit, Dunc is launching the balls down the table at a fair speed towards Chris, who is collecting them together to rack up another game. Then disaster struck, one of the balls didn't bounce off the end cushion in the expected way, no, not at ALL in the expected way. It launched itself up into the air with a sort of "Wha" sound and flew a good 5 to 8 feet, gaining a height of at least about 3 feet, before colliding with what can probably be described as one of the most unfortunate pints of beer to grace the planet (Dunc's pint interestingly enough) and making a not so lovely "Chink" sound leaving a sort of "Uh-oh" thought on ones mind, just before said unfortunate pint came crashing down from the (moderately high) table to shatter into countless forsaken glass fragments upon the floor, not to mention a rather large puddle of spilled beer (it was a full pint give or take a sip or two).
...and yes my life IS so sad that I felt it neccecary to dramatise that event. But seriously, you HAD to be there to appreciate what was clearly a million to one (if not smaller) chance event such as this. All in all, much laughter (possibly at Dunc's expense since it was his screwup and his pint) ensued, followed by Dunc using a small rag to try mop up the beer (and refusing our advice to just go ask for a mop).
Anyway, it's after 6am (didn't get home until after 5, Rileys doesn't close when it stops serving alcohol at 11, it's open 14/7), so I'ma gonna wrap this post up and prolly get myself to bed soon. Dream well folks.