Another beautifully blue day, some Lois primping (only just discovered how to let anyone leave a comment; please do!), all good.
I met up with a longtime mate/collaborator for the first time in about a month at our local. Great chat, many laughs, ideas pouring out...
Unfortunately - and this is my fault - we were in the smoke-in wardobe that is the Oxford's designated self-immolators' area. There's no escape. On unofficial Cheap Gay Beer night on Wednesday, it tends to get ugly.
I had a very unpleasant encounter with an elaborately inebriated queen who flailed in with his older, better-dressed, blithely enabling companion. They introduced themselves; he refused to, or simply couldn't, release his pasty deathgrip from my hand.
It descended to the point where he yelled, 'You're not even good-looking!'
Twice.
Despite his unprovoked insults, volume and obvious shitfacedness (say that out loud like 'ruggedness', much better), he was simply told to sit down and relax while I was threatened with ejection for referring to him, maybe overly harshly, as a female body part. (Such a good word, so percussive; it works at both low and high volume!)
Meanwhile, we blame the death of the Golden Mile on weekend suburbanites in cars with spoilers...
3 comments:
Are those PUSSYWILLOWS?
She should have gotten an Oscar for that role, no question.
Why would a complete stranger be friendly and introduce themselves, only to start yelling 'You're not even good-looking!' Are you sure you didn't say something insulting to him first? And why would the staff tell an "elaborately inebriated" person to sit down and relax, yet threaten to kick you out of the premises? Sounds like there's more to the story than you're saying...
Yes, anonymous, there's more to the story. This pair recognised me, made a (wobbly) beeline for me and my mate and tried to antagonise me. As a former editor in the gay press and general smart-arse in print, this happens on occasion, especially at the Oxford on a Wednesday when 'responsible service of alcohol' is a complete joke.
I didn't think it necessary to fill in those details.
I presume you're the same 'anonymous' who claims to have never encountered unpleasantness on Oxford Street.
You are indeed fortunate.
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