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A Pint of Bitter...For Sure

At the registrar office, we were getting married
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on, you never told me
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have to think about
this marriage, left, she accosted me in the street
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage
rolls and pies?
Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in
and 12 pints of beer later, I agreed to marry his sister.
The rest was a blur....working in men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on....took years to erase.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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