Trent Tavern in Stoke can be an interesting place from time to time.
It has the ragtag cast of characters you'd expect, each with nicknames that make them sound like rejected Bash St Kids.

One afternoon saw a member of the gang, let's say Smiffy, get determinedly rat arsed having finished the morning's work as a labourer. As he used all of his focus on not toppling from his stool the more fuddy-duddy punters took umbrage when he pissed himself where he sat. Sending him off into the gents to clean up they got back to discussing pigeon keeping and breasts.

Shouts came from the toilet when Plug, intending to relieve himself and following in Smiffy shortly after, found our hero stark bollock naked having stripped his jeans and t-shirt, drenched them in the sink and was discovered wafting them below the hand dryer in an effort to save face.
( Pig Bodine., Wed 12 Feb 2014, 12:01, 1 reply)

Same bloke burned down his flat when he passed out with a lit cigarette in bed. Eventually awoken by his cat clawing at his face, presumably in fear for it's own life, they made their dash to safety.

Completely destroying the flat, the only thing he bothered to salvage was a pair of charred handcuffs from the bedframe which were then proudly displayed behind the bar in the Trent.

AlcoLOLism eh?!
( Pig Bodine., Wed 12 Feb 2014, 12:02, closed)