Beer, Cider, Chatting Chicks and Work
Later that day, after a stint in the library and with my personal affairs taking on some semblance of order, I shared a beer with the boys at the local. Mondays are always good for admin.
'So I said to the bloke from the agency, that'd be the Leatherhead job.' No-one laughed. Fuck 'em, they wouldn't know humor if it unicycled up to them wearing a Ghandi mask, a g-string and juggling pineapples.
'So Doddo, what's it going to be if you get offered both the jobs? London or Leatherhead?'
'Tough question Dave. A decision I'll inevitably have to make after all parties have met me, but tough. I guess it's gotta be London. The commute'll be a bastard, but the bountiful bevy of chicks in mini skirts has to be factored into the equation.'
'The Strand would be a great place to be based. Covent Garden, Leicester Square, Soho all just up the road. You'll be just around the corner from the Frog and a hundred yards from the Thames.' Dave said as he set off to the bar.
'What's the Frog?' I called after him.
'Tell him Tut.'
'The frog Doddo, is a pub that an ex-Hannen roader and her boyfriend now run. You haven't met Marty and Phil yet have you?'
I shook my head.
'Well let's just say it's one of the cheaper pubs in London, if you get my drift.' I didn't, but what the hell, no use letting drifts get in the way of dramatic effect.
'Ahhhhhhh, I see.' I replied, nodding knowingly and touching my index finger against the side of my nose.
'Cider Doddo?' Worldly Dave yelled from the bar.
'Yeah mate.'
'Strongbow do?'
'Yeah mate.'
'Aren't you supposed to be ringing that girl yet met at the Walkabout? The one you kept dropping into conversation all weekend.' The Kid asked. Shit, I'd almost forgot, Emma, Monday. What with all this job stuff going through my head. What the hell, I was on a roll, she could hardly so no.
'Yeah, thought I'd give her a buzz. Weave a bit of that ol' Dodson charm. You know what they used to call me at Uni?' I asked casually, exuding all kinds of laid back cool.
'Yeah. Doddo.'
'Correct Kuks. Very good.'
'So where you going to take her? Restaurant, bar, club, all three?'
'Thought I might take her out for a feed, few bottles of vino and see what happens from there.'
'But you hate wine.'
'True Andrew, but it don't hurt to look a little sophisticated every now and then. You should try it Captain K-Mart. Anyway, it's all in a good cause.'
'And that cause would be?'
'You know.' I replied, nodding.
'You just ooze sophistication Dodson.' He was right of course, I did.
