26.05.08: Where I Have Been, I Hate Pubs and New Things!

So, the more observant of you may have noticed that I haven't been blogging lately.  Why not?  Well, I have been on holiday.  Not actually been anywhere (apart from New Milton, Salisbury, Fordingbridge and Ringwood) but not at work.  I popped in a couple of times, once to pick up some cigarettes, and once to get some whisky and some food and see when I was working next (tomorrow).  And because this blog is about work, and I hadn't done any, I figured blogging was kind of redundent.  Although I do have stories.

When I went in to get some cigarettes, I had just had my hair cut.  It's now really nice and short.  Anyway, I saw Evie (nickname, not real name!) in there, a really tall, really cute Polish girl who is dating a really tall, really muscular Polish guy.  And she asked me if I had any petrol.  Bless.  The amount of times she has seen me walking home, or getting a lift in or out is probably in the dozens.  And still she doesn't get that I don't drive.  But Queen Chav was in.  Looking like she was pretending to be busy.  By this, she was on the shop floor, which means she probably wasn't doing anything of critical importance.  She avoids such things.  Anyway, so I smiled and said "Good evening" and she turned, looked at me, and returned to what she was doing without a "Hi" or a "Good evening".  Marvelous customer service.  Evie was polite, quick, and efficient.  Queen Chav was just rude.  I shall be making comments to Head Office about this!  Ain't I a stinker?  And then on Friday, Mr DJ invited me down to watch him play at the pub at the end of my road.  I would have gone, but the pub at the end of my road is frequented by many a thug.  So I decided not to.

But tonight I decided to try and end my holiday on a high.  I went to the pub to see someone who used to be good, and is now, apparently, a shadow of his former talent.  Shame.  And being a bank holiday, the world and his wife were at the pub.  And it reminded me why I hate pubs.  This is a sentiment I have been feeling for a while.  I used to love going to the pub, now I try and avoid it.  Here's the thing, it's expensive, and more often than not the people at the pub are really rude.  This is something I am seeing more and more of.  Examples from tonight include "I'd love to smack that goth over there" and "Look at him sweating, doesn't he ever use deoderant?"  Both comments aimed at me.  And when I went to the pub on Wednesday, I got glares from one guy all night.  Not looks, but real "I would love to hurt you" glares.  Now, I admit I dress differently from most people.  I have a long, thick black overcoat, and I wear black t-shirts or black shirts with black jeans and smart shoes.  I'm also the first to admit that my style has been more than a touch influenced by the goth movement.  But I don't stand in the bar going "Football?  It's sh*t mate..." when one of the tattooed, shaved head, monosylabic football fans in their lovely garish football shirts walk past me.  But tonight was so personal, and so spiteful, it's really put me off going to pubs.  At one point, whilst waiting for my friend to arrive, I was standing outside in the corner smoking my cigarette and contemplating just leaving.  Seems that it's ok to be different, just as long as you conform...

Lastly, I have some new things!  You can now e-mail me, read about me, and get directions to the "set" of Supermarket Soap.  The latter is provided simply for entertainment.  Although the directions are actually real...
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