What is it with all these drunken yobbos showing up to ruin the atmosphere in my favourite pubs and clubs? The minute I find a nice quiet place to have a meal, a drink or two, a few games of pool, and audible conversation with people some brainless wonder walks in with his rowdy mates to put the juke box on, scream at the television, half yell half mumble obscenities at the bar staff, shout insults at each other and somewhere in the middle of all this find the time to have a private conversation at the top of their lungs.
You're off the football field now dick head, the game ended over an hour ago. Stop tackling the furniture.
It wouldn't happen in a library. It rarely happens in a café. But as soon as you bring alcohol into the mix these idiots revert to a state of pre-civilisation. I do hope I'm not the only one who finds this behaviour both pointless and irritating. Anyway, a new day has dawned, I'm off to see what fruit the branches have to offer.
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