Ganja and axe murderers: just another Wednesday
Worked from 3-7 and now I'm having a chicken 'n' chips break before going back to work (just 8-10 though). A sign that I've lived in London too long is that I got slightly pissed off about the length of the walk to the chicken shop from here. It took about seven minutes. Moving out of London would encourage me to slow down a bit (in that specific 'rushing to get everywhere' sense; I certainly don't need to slow down in any more general sense. My mother used to say I was too slow to catch a cold).
One of the regulars - an old guy who's been drinking here for years - had some incredibly pungent weed on him today. The whole bar could smell it, so I gave him a couple of money bags to try and subdue it a little. A little later he asked if I smoked and said he'd give me a bit. 'A bit' turned out to be quite a lot. He's a dealer (I always thought he dealt cocaine, but maybe it's weed. Or maybe both) so it has a different value to him, but still, it was a nice 'tip'. I wish I had somebody to get stoned with. A few of Liz's friends smoke so maybe I'll try and hook up with them one evening. Getting stoned alone is great, but sometimes it's nice to have company.
It's strange how little I smoke these days. It's never been a daily thing for me, but I used to smoke a couple of times a week. Now it's not even once a month. Probably just a phase.
Adding to the strange stories surrounding the people in this pub, one of the new guys phoned in sick today, the reason being that his flatmate attacked him with an axe last night. He jumped back and the axe narrowly missed splitting his skull, just cutting his lip instead. Takes all sorts to make a world, I suppose.
One of the regulars - an old guy who's been drinking here for years - had some incredibly pungent weed on him today. The whole bar could smell it, so I gave him a couple of money bags to try and subdue it a little. A little later he asked if I smoked and said he'd give me a bit. 'A bit' turned out to be quite a lot. He's a dealer (I always thought he dealt cocaine, but maybe it's weed. Or maybe both) so it has a different value to him, but still, it was a nice 'tip'. I wish I had somebody to get stoned with. A few of Liz's friends smoke so maybe I'll try and hook up with them one evening. Getting stoned alone is great, but sometimes it's nice to have company.
It's strange how little I smoke these days. It's never been a daily thing for me, but I used to smoke a couple of times a week. Now it's not even once a month. Probably just a phase.
Adding to the strange stories surrounding the people in this pub, one of the new guys phoned in sick today, the reason being that his flatmate attacked him with an axe last night. He jumped back and the axe narrowly missed splitting his skull, just cutting his lip instead. Takes all sorts to make a world, I suppose.