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Red anchovies at night, ear-ache delight 087/100

The bar got noisier as the booze intake level got higher. I wouldn’t have minded this 20 or even 10 years ago but seriously? I’m too old for this loud shit. Too many youthful deafening gigs meant I couldn’t even hear the barman. I decided to head home. Paid the bill, got my card back, said “thanks” and walked out of the front door only to fall flat on my arse as I slipped on the new ice. I’d ripped my red trousers in the fall. And was that a dead fish next to my nose? From where had that come?

A is for Anchovy

“slipping on the ice the customer leaves the noisy bar and trips over an anchovy making his red trousers dirty”

“the customer leaves the noisy bar and then starts slipping on the ice and trips over an anchovy which makes his red trousers dirty”

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