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[skepticaemia]

There are occasionally times when a performance causes a fellow to simply stare in shock and awe at the sheer spectacle of utter incompetence he has been blessed (cursed? blessed.) to witness. In my brief experience running the pub, I can thankfully say that there has been no more than three such travesties. Tonight was alas the fourth

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[earnesternest]

This is the reason why I'm glad I don't have to deal with finding bands to play at my work. Who recommended those idiots, anyway?

[skepticaemia]

I don't even remember. I think one of them might have just called me and implied I'd already agreed.

[earnesternest]

Oh I hate when bands do that. They used to try that at the Dog. Well, until they realised that I'm not in charge of anything like that.

[skepticaemia]

More's the pity. Have you been cheating on me with another pub?

It's not as though I don't give you discounts or something mad like that.

[earnesternest]

Mate, I work in a pub. It's hard not to cheat. I need to make more of an effort to go elsewhere on my nights off, I have to admit.

[skepticaemia]

When is your night off, anyway? It's been months since our last Thai excursion.

[earnesternest]

My next night off is Sunday. Can you tear yourself away then?

[skepticaemia]

I'll have to ask Jill if she can cover the bar.

[skepticaemia]

Jill can cover it. I look forward to a peanut-heavy Sunday evening.

[earnesternest]

Brilliant. Shall I meet you at the Banshee at about 6 then?

[skepticaemia]

It's a date.

[jmff]

Literally or figuratively?

[skepticaemia]

Wanker.

[jmff]

Takes one to know one.

[skepticaemia]

I am a substance with many reflective properties and you are preternaturally sticky.

[jmff]

You're an anorak is what you are.