Oh the boredom. I could really use a vacation. Last night I was sitting in the bar, on my own, reading a book (which was only marginally better than watching paint dry), and trying not to pay attention to the two young Koreans who had chosen Red Pirates Pub as their 'make-out' venue for the evening. Aw bless, they were quite cute really, but the squelching noises of their face sucking session started to get on my nerves afetr a while. It was all I could do not to shout at them to 'GET A ROOM!' Four hours? Enough is enough!
The only other thing of interest was seeing a huge spider stomping across the bar. No big deal, you might think, but this thing was so massive that it had killed a large cockroach, tucked it under it's arm (leg?) and was cheerily strolling home to enjoy it's dinner. It reminded me somewhat of a fat bloke coming home from the pub with his package of cod and chips under his arm.
Oh dear, see what the boredom is doing to me?