Bullseye…
Oh my, what a night Thursday was. The restaurant was full, almost exclusively, with men. Lots of men, large, shaven, short sleeve shirt wearing men with Indian ink tattoos and barely a neck between them. Which, frankly speaking, was a bit odd. At first I thought it was a joint meeting of the Taxi Drivers of Belfast and The Door Men’s Alliance. I mean they all really did look like either doormen or taxi drivers. But then I realised that there was a darts tournament on. Wish I’d known as I’d have booked the day off.
The one good thing about having a restaurant full of darts fans is that I wasn’t the fattest person in the room. In fact I was one of the thinnest. Which was nice.
But still, darts fans, not cool. Flatulenty and burpy.
Have a better than average weekend folks….
10 Comments → “Bullseye…”
Did you have to lay out the double-arse seats for them?
no but I had to change my normal route through the restaurant due to fat lads blocking the normal pathway due to their gargantuan tum tums…
Did they have their wives with them? Scary wee things, they are. What they lack in girth they make up for in volume and cackling.
No, as one delightful chap put it, “the womenfolk are at hame”
Charming
“the womenfolk are at hame”
bless their hearts, probably breathing a sigh of relief, i’m sure, sugar! xoxoxo
i’d take dart players over old, church people. they both smell funny, but i bet the dart players tip better…
“At first I thought it was a joint meeting of the Taxi Drivers of Belfast and The Door Men’s Alliance”
Come on everyone knows Taxi divers and Doorstaff hate each other.
The public needs to know more. Did they order a cheeky little merlot and follow up the pâté with medium-rare fillets, for example? Did they spread the pâté on toast delicately, taking care to place a little leaf of the greenery on each slice before nibbling it daintily? I NEED TO KNOW!!
Dart people. I don’t think I have had the pleasure of serving professional dart people. Did they have shifty eyes too? Are they good tippers or do they like to eat and dart outta there?
And then there’s pool players.