reply to post by xul
Thanks xul, but it reminds me of a vacation I had with my friend,
It was a cold afternoon in a small village in England, called East
Proctor and after our 'romp' on the Pennines, we agreed to call in
at a slightly run-down Inn called The Slaughtered Goat.
On entering we were relieved to find a roaring fire and a bar
to whet our whistles! The rain had started outside and we pondered
on whether we maybe able to rent a room.
Then Jack nudged me and whispered "look, what's that on the wall?"
It's a five-pointed star.
I hissed "Maybe the owners are from Texas!"
The Woman brought us some tea and Jack asked her "Remember
the Alamo?" The large barmaid clentched her face and muttered
"I beg your pardon?"
I put on my best smile and said politly "He was joking. Thank you".
The lady had seen better days, she placed her hands on her ample
hips and crowed "Joking? I remember The Alamo. I saw it once in
London, in Leicester Square".
A couple of farmers were playing chess and one, who looked
remarkably like the Games Teacher from Kes, said "She means in
the cinema, that film with John Wayne".
I looked at the floor and said "Oh, yes, of course". Jack was always
likeable and he threw the sentence "Right, with Laurence Harvey
and everybody died in it... It was very bloody".
The bald farmer snickered "Bloody awful if you ask me!"
Well I could go on, The bald farmer told a funnie and then we left.
Jack got killed by a beast that roamed the moors and apart from
a slight scratching to my face, I got off scott free!
Lucky really I suppose.
Anyway, that's my werewolf story, but needless to say, Ozzie went
on stage and did a great show... I almost remebered something else,
but it's gone now.
[edit on 11-1-2009 by IronMan]