Gorillas in pubs
It is traditional at work to go out for drinks on a Friday. I don’t begrudge this because my work chums are excellent fun so it’s something I look forward too.
There are a couple of pubs we normally go to because they are close to work, but on rare special occasions we go to other places.
This was once such incident. It was a proper old man pub full of slightly grumpy men with shaved heads drinking pints. They all glared at us as we tottered (there are lots of girls at the paper) upstairs because we had booked out the room.
There was a roaring fire upstairs but more importantly a special offer on.
If you bought a load of shots you would get a free inflatable gorilla. I was mesmerized by this and so started buying round upon round of horrible tasting shots to ‘free the gorillas’.
It was far too early in the evening for shots but I felt I needed the gorillas. I needed to set them release from the bar. There were soon a lot of gorillas and a lot of people doing that slightly shocked face people do after downing a shot that tastes peculiar.
Mia got hold of one of the gorillas and stamped on it until it died. When someone asked why she said.
“Because I hate men.”
Lets all try not to read into that too much.