Strange encounters

Philippa worked overtime today so I went cycling in the sunshine. I popped into a pub I used to frequent while at college, and was stunned to see the same barman that used to serve me ten years ago. I think he was still wearing the same shirt. He certainly had the same crass, unprofessional manner and told the same unfunny jokes. At one point, a guy came in sporting the most bizarre appearance I’ve seen for years. His hair was partly shaved on top, had been clippered to about three different lengths round the sides, and he had a beard that nearly reached his nipples. It looked like one of the Hairy Bikers had been attacked by Sweeney Todd. As he approached the bar, the rapier-witted barman said “Alright Mick? Put your head on upside down this morning?” To which Mick replied with the funniest and wisest thing I‘ve heard all year - “never get a haircut from your blind Lithuanian neighbour til he’s learnt to speak a little English.”
I snorted in my St Clements and returned to my waiting velociped.

RC 19-3-11