the slapper he was with. He just wanted to die. But as it turned out he needn’t have worried, when he arrived back to the gate Terry was nowhere to be found. He had seen her at some stage later in the evening chatting up some poor idiot and gladly left her to it.
Now, as Tommy pulls open the door to the lounge bar at Finnegan’s, he thinks the place is awful quiet. As Tommy’s eyes adjust in the semi darkness, he wonders why the connecting doors, that open up to more seating and the stage, are still closed. Tommy can hear someone behind the bar but can’t see who it is. Someone must be stocking shelves.
‘That you down there, Mike,’ Tommy calls out.
‘Yeah, just a mo and I’ll be with you,’ the voice says.
‘Jaysus Mike, what’s going on? Shouldn’t you have those doors open back by now?’
‘No, not tonight Tommy, it’s a private function the boss’ daughter got herself engaged and her Mother and friends are having a bit of a surprise do for her.’
‘ Ah, you’re kidding me.’
‘ Sorry Tommy, afraid not, so will I get you a beer or not?’
‘Go on then.’ But if it stays like this, I’ll just have the one and head home, he thinks.
Tommy sat at the bar and picked up the local paper someone has left behind. He checks the cinema to see if there is anything new. The only thing Tommy can see that is worth watching is Mama Mia and he has seen it seven times now already. So much so the lads working there had started calling him a wuss, not that Tommy takes any notice.
The door to the lounge opens, and in arrives a gang of giggling girls. They are carrying a concoction of items; streamers, balloons ,funny hats, some of them were in fancy dress. Well, at least Tommy thinks they are. But behind them waddling through the crowd, Tommy recognises a mate that he knows from the rallies. It is John Somers, Tommy is sure, and waits for John to remove his helmet.
‘Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Thank god, I thought I’d be twiddling my thumbs for the night. Give us two pints of whatever this man is having.’ John calls to Mike the barman.
‘Well, well, what brings you this far from your neck of the woods?’ Tommy asks John.
‘It’s a long story, but my sister has been invited to a party here tonight and she doesn’t know the girl that long. But felt she couldn’t refuse. Partys really aren’t Maria’s thing. So being the kind brother that I am I said I’d come a long and get a taxi home with her.’
‘That’s gonna cost a pretty penny, plus you have to come back for the bike,’ Tommy whistled.
‘Yeah, tell me about it.’
‘Well, if your sister isn’t too fussy, my place is ten minutes down the road,’ Tommy offered. Hoping he has left the house in a reasonable state.
‘Jaysus, ta! I’ll mention it to her when she sticks her head out. You know what women are like. That’s if you don’t mind of course, I’ll bunk down anywhere.’
‘Not to worry, there are three good beds so we can all have one.’
Tommy and John get talking about more important things in life, such as motorbikes. And the sleeping arrangements are forgotten for the time being.
‘Excuse me, Tommy. I have to make for the little boy’s room.’
Tommy points John to the two doors far over on the right. As Tommy looks around now he can see some of the usually older crowd have drifted in while he and John were chatting. John really is a sound bloke Tommy thinks now, and then wonders what the sister is like.
‘Can I get you something?’ Mike asks someone over Tommy’s shoulder.
‘Am, yes could I have a pint of Guinness please? And if you could add a drop of blackcurrant to it, that would be great.’
Tommy sniggers to himself, women are all the same. For the love of god, if you’re gonna have a Guinness don’t dress it up with something else.
‘So, what’s so funny then?’ He hears the voice say from behind.
Tommy turns around to face whoever it is he has now obviously offended and is quite
Now, as Tommy pulls open the door to the lounge bar at Finnegan’s, he thinks the place is awful quiet. As Tommy’s eyes adjust in the semi darkness, he wonders why the connecting doors, that open up to more seating and the stage, are still closed. Tommy can hear someone behind the bar but can’t see who it is. Someone must be stocking shelves.
‘That you down there, Mike,’ Tommy calls out.
‘Yeah, just a mo and I’ll be with you,’ the voice says.
‘Jaysus Mike, what’s going on? Shouldn’t you have those doors open back by now?’
‘No, not tonight Tommy, it’s a private function the boss’ daughter got herself engaged and her Mother and friends are having a bit of a surprise do for her.’
‘ Ah, you’re kidding me.’
‘ Sorry Tommy, afraid not, so will I get you a beer or not?’
‘Go on then.’ But if it stays like this, I’ll just have the one and head home, he thinks.
Tommy sat at the bar and picked up the local paper someone has left behind. He checks the cinema to see if there is anything new. The only thing Tommy can see that is worth watching is Mama Mia and he has seen it seven times now already. So much so the lads working there had started calling him a wuss, not that Tommy takes any notice.
The door to the lounge opens, and in arrives a gang of giggling girls. They are carrying a concoction of items; streamers, balloons ,funny hats, some of them were in fancy dress. Well, at least Tommy thinks they are. But behind them waddling through the crowd, Tommy recognises a mate that he knows from the rallies. It is John Somers, Tommy is sure, and waits for John to remove his helmet.
‘Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Thank god, I thought I’d be twiddling my thumbs for the night. Give us two pints of whatever this man is having.’ John calls to Mike the barman.
‘Well, well, what brings you this far from your neck of the woods?’ Tommy asks John.
‘It’s a long story, but my sister has been invited to a party here tonight and she doesn’t know the girl that long. But felt she couldn’t refuse. Partys really aren’t Maria’s thing. So being the kind brother that I am I said I’d come a long and get a taxi home with her.’
‘That’s gonna cost a pretty penny, plus you have to come back for the bike,’ Tommy whistled.
‘Yeah, tell me about it.’
‘Well, if your sister isn’t too fussy, my place is ten minutes down the road,’ Tommy offered. Hoping he has left the house in a reasonable state.
‘Jaysus, ta! I’ll mention it to her when she sticks her head out. You know what women are like. That’s if you don’t mind of course, I’ll bunk down anywhere.’
‘Not to worry, there are three good beds so we can all have one.’
Tommy and John get talking about more important things in life, such as motorbikes. And the sleeping arrangements are forgotten for the time being.
‘Excuse me, Tommy. I have to make for the little boy’s room.’
Tommy points John to the two doors far over on the right. As Tommy looks around now he can see some of the usually older crowd have drifted in while he and John were chatting. John really is a sound bloke Tommy thinks now, and then wonders what the sister is like.
‘Can I get you something?’ Mike asks someone over Tommy’s shoulder.
‘Am, yes could I have a pint of Guinness please? And if you could add a drop of blackcurrant to it, that would be great.’
Tommy sniggers to himself, women are all the same. For the love of god, if you’re gonna have a Guinness don’t dress it up with something else.
‘So, what’s so funny then?’ He hears the voice say from behind.
Tommy turns around to face whoever it is he has now obviously offended and is quite
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