Howard
02-24-2008, 08:51 AM
It was Friday the 16th of April 2007, the night Brian was supposed to be meeting a man he knew as Dave. He had recently met him while looking for Spurs supporters which lived in or around Manchester on the internet.
Brian had just moved to Manchester with his wife and two kids. Brian was a black cabby in London and had done so for the
last 6 years and new London like the back of his hand, but this was different, this was new to him, he didn’t have a clue where he was going.
All he had was a name ‘The Robert Peel’ it was the name of the local pub. He had arranged to meet there at 7pm and it was half six. He had half an hour to kill. What could he do? He decided it would be best to get there early to try and spot whoever he was meeting as they came in.
He started on his way up to ‘The Robert Peel’ walking past a row of houses that all looked identical, all with posh cars outside. He felt out of place, he was a cockney this was way too posh for him. His heart was racing what the **** was he doing? Going to meet a guy he’s never met before in a pub he’s never been too what person in there right mind would do that? Brian was just hoping this Dave wasn’t some up tight snobby git.
That would really wind him up.
He kept walking until he came to a row of shops where he stepped in one and bought a drink. The cold in his mouth was so pleasing as he hadn’t a drink all day and was gagging for one. He approached the counter and paid the 1.14 for the drink and walked out. He checked his watch it was coming up to 8pm and he was supposed to be meeting Dave at 8.15pm. He could see the pub from where he was standing and headed over towards it. He approached the front of the pub when a man put a hand out in front and stopped him. Brian turned to find a white man about 6ft tall and about 16 stone most of which was muscle. The man was wearing a black shirt that had the words ‘Security’ written on it. The man spoke ‘What can I do for you?”
Brian looked him up and down but didn’t fancy his chances with him so instead he answered the mans question ‘I’m meeting a friend’
Brian was confused as to why there was security on the local pub was it that rough?
As Brian was thinking he hadn’t noticed the man whom looked to be the Owner approaching him, the man stopped in front of Brian and turned to speak to the man who had just stopped him ‘Steve, what have I told you about pretending to be security, making the pub look bad.’ Brian felt stupid as Steve turned around and had the words ‘Event Security’ on the back of his t-shirt he had noticed it on the front but didn’t really take much notice of it, he couldn’t believe he had fell for it.
What do you think of it?
Howard
Brian had just moved to Manchester with his wife and two kids. Brian was a black cabby in London and had done so for the
last 6 years and new London like the back of his hand, but this was different, this was new to him, he didn’t have a clue where he was going.
All he had was a name ‘The Robert Peel’ it was the name of the local pub. He had arranged to meet there at 7pm and it was half six. He had half an hour to kill. What could he do? He decided it would be best to get there early to try and spot whoever he was meeting as they came in.
He started on his way up to ‘The Robert Peel’ walking past a row of houses that all looked identical, all with posh cars outside. He felt out of place, he was a cockney this was way too posh for him. His heart was racing what the **** was he doing? Going to meet a guy he’s never met before in a pub he’s never been too what person in there right mind would do that? Brian was just hoping this Dave wasn’t some up tight snobby git.
That would really wind him up.
He kept walking until he came to a row of shops where he stepped in one and bought a drink. The cold in his mouth was so pleasing as he hadn’t a drink all day and was gagging for one. He approached the counter and paid the 1.14 for the drink and walked out. He checked his watch it was coming up to 8pm and he was supposed to be meeting Dave at 8.15pm. He could see the pub from where he was standing and headed over towards it. He approached the front of the pub when a man put a hand out in front and stopped him. Brian turned to find a white man about 6ft tall and about 16 stone most of which was muscle. The man was wearing a black shirt that had the words ‘Security’ written on it. The man spoke ‘What can I do for you?”
Brian looked him up and down but didn’t fancy his chances with him so instead he answered the mans question ‘I’m meeting a friend’
Brian was confused as to why there was security on the local pub was it that rough?
As Brian was thinking he hadn’t noticed the man whom looked to be the Owner approaching him, the man stopped in front of Brian and turned to speak to the man who had just stopped him ‘Steve, what have I told you about pretending to be security, making the pub look bad.’ Brian felt stupid as Steve turned around and had the words ‘Event Security’ on the back of his t-shirt he had noticed it on the front but didn’t really take much notice of it, he couldn’t believe he had fell for it.
What do you think of it?
Howard