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Message no. 1
From: prm1@***.AC.UK
Subject: Rough Night
Date: Fri, 12 Mar 93 01:14:51 +0000
>>>>>[ Sounds like you had a good night there Dark Elf. Course, if you live
in
Catford, trouble comes looking for you. There was I, quite night in the Three
Feathers, few pints, game of darts....well, it all starts peacefully enough.
Then about ten o'clock, door swings open. In come maybe a half-dozen elves,
poseurs by the look of them, sharp clothes, and real bad attitudes. The lead one
, he goes over to Fred, the landlord, and looking down his nose the whole time,
orders a couple of bottles of wine. Now let me tell you about the Three Feathers
my friends. It is not an elf pub, it is not a wine pub, and it is mostly definit
ely not a poseur pub. I mean, we don't mind elves if they keep to themselves, bu
t these guys had serious attitude problems....
Anyhow, the elf pours himself a glass right there at the bar, and sniffs
it. Then he takes a mouthful, swills it round, and spits it in Fred's face.....
Frag, the whole place just exploded. The regulars love old Fred, he's a good old
soul, never forgets a kindness. Looks like the elves had come armed for a rumble
, cos they had blades and spurs ready before you could wink. But give me a bottl
e, and I can slice any elf poseur and his poncey spurs no trouble at all.
Well, me and the punk are going at it, and I've left him a couple of nic
e long scars to remember me by. He's nicked me a couple of times, but really he'
s just waving those spurs around. The fight has spilled out into the street by
now, looks like the punks bought their little friends in for a rumble.
Then all of a sudden, those blue lights that appear at the end of the
party are on the scene. I don't fancy the baggers tonight, so I duck and lay the
dumb elf kid out with a left hook. He'll come around, maybe with a few better
reasons than simple vanity to go see the face merchants. I dunno, all this and
I only wanted a pint of Guinness...had a tough run getting home, the streets
were open. Baggers round here tend to stamp on trouble real quick. ]>>>>>
---Dogboy <01:57:34/03-12-54>

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