Jun. 17th, 2010 03:47 pm
¡Chúpalo, franchutes!
Perhaps I should take more two-hour lunches--particularly if they involve pints of Guinness and hot crisps doused in malt vinegar. Naturally, they had the France-Mexico game on behind the bar. And just as naturally, supporters of Les Bleus were thin on the ground. At one point, I got carried away and said:
Now I wish more than ever I had some plausible excuse for stumbling in a couple hours late tomorrow morning.
"I would hope no one here is supporting France!"Was Jávier Hernández on or off? The barkeep had an answer for that. "He plays for Man U? Then he must've been offsides!" It might not even have mattered in the long run, since to quote a BBC commentator, "The longer this game has gone on, the worse France have got." Hélas, c'est bien trop vrai!
"He is," said the barkeep, gesturing to an impeccably Gallic young man at the end of the bar.
"And you're serving him?"
"It's a public house, we serve everyone."
"He should be allowed to drink," I replied, "just as long as he doesn't use his hands. That's fair, innit?"
Now I wish more than ever I had some plausible excuse for stumbling in a couple hours late tomorrow morning.
"It's a public house, we serve everyone."
Chuck