it was Szymek's way of being funny when my back was turned in the Albert on Saturday night. I drank it anyway - I thought it was quite a nice way to be picked on by the bar staff... Almost counteracts the fact that the local paranoid schizophrenic spent the evening making throat slitting signs and the like at me across the bar.
Apparently he's taken exception to me because I said I was from Belfast. He's an ex-soldier so I don't know if there's some kind of post traumatic stress thing going on, but despite my attempts to explain that I wasn't actually from Belfast - it's just easier to say that sometimes - he wasn't having any of it.
I wasn't initally that bothered, and everyone tells me he's "harmless", so maybe it's just my fragile exhausted state that has me suddenly thinking the words "paranoid", "schizophrenic", "hates" and "me" are not four words I'm particularly happy about having in the same sentence.
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