A lovely traditional pub in a small Kent village...
So there I am, on site again in this little village called Lenham, Kent.

I was staying in the hotel, but the beer there was awful, so I popped to the pub next door. In I stroll, and walk up to the bar. I accidentally bump into a large chap at the bar, who has half a pint in his hand. I apologise, and ask if I'd spilt it. "Naah, you're all right!" he says. Nonetheless, I buy him a pint, and we settle in to an evening's putting it away.

After a good evening's chatting, I roll off to bed. The next night, I meet this chap again (did I mention he's called 'Mouse', despite being built like a brick outhouse?) but it's his lodge meeting, so he disappears for most of the evening, and I end up drinking alone. The third night, we catch up again, and continue where we left off. Towards the end of the night, he excuses himself to "do some business", just as his round comes up. From the scraps of conversation, this seems to involve selling some combinations of drugs, guns, and other stuff.

I sprint back to my hotel room, with the words "oh sh1t!" on tape loop in my head. The following morning I phone my much more street-smart brother and ask what the heck I should do.

He answers "Wait - the biggest, hardest, main dealer guy in this village owes you a pint?"

"Er, yeah", says I.

"What, exactly, is your problem with this?" he asked. "You are absolutely untouchable. Have fun!"

And I did.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Sun 8 Feb 2009, 21:52, 2 replies)

purple
And???

The previous was a given and well done your bro.

Glad you didn't get shot!
(Suck it and Sea, Sun 8 Feb 2009, 23:28, closed)

Oh, sorry
Well, it was rather scary at the time. I'm not so much 'street-smart', more 'mews-enabled', so I had no idea what to do. Anyway, thanks for reading.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 22:18, closed)