Anyone want to take bets on which day I'll fail to find a number-related quote?
So, yesterday was brilliant. Spent time resting, playing my guitar for Danger and we even found time for a jog in the afternoon.
Today was also nice, although the weather was a bit miserable. Let my bike take Danger for a ride again. I'm worried they like each other a little too much. Won't need me soon.
Anyway, onto today's subject. 'That Bar'.
Lestrade: What was it like working in the bar? (You have to tell us what its name was! Or at least give us a list of possibilities and tell us when we've hit the right one.)
It really was called 'ManHole'. Yes, I know, not big or clever, but it was the 80s. What can I say?
I'd been in a London a while, got to know people, got to know the scene a bit, and had failed to keep any job I'd had - staying out late and playing my guitar (in order to become a rockstar) was just so much more important than turning up on time for the paid work the next morning...
Anyway, a friend mentioned this place was looking for bar staff, and I knew my way around the pumps, so I went along. It paid more than most bar jobs, afterall.
It was, I hasten to add, completely above board and legal, and Vic, the bloke who ran it, was proud of that. However, the decor and the location weren't exactly going to sell the joint, so the staff had to. We had a dress code - sort of. It was skimpy, really. Ripped jeans, tight t-shirt, if you wore one.
I assume I don't need to say all the clientele were male.
They were good to me, and Vic was a really nice bloke. Most of the guys who worked there were allowed to do what they wanted - let punters go as far as they wanted. For however much money they wanted. But not me, because I was only eighteen, and that would have been illegal.
Which didn't stop me getting my arse grabbed on a regular basis, and getting a lot of propositions. At the time, being young and slightly stupid, I found it all very flattering. I'd never really had anyone take much of an interest in me before, and suddenly all these blokes were. Some didn't take it too kindly when I turned them down, but Vic would sort them out if they gave me too much grief.
So, yeah, worked there for nearly two years. Learnt a lot. Saw a lot. Saw quite a lot I could have done without seeing, but it was an education. Left before I was 21, so I was never put in the position of thinking about going further, really. Although I can't pretend I never met up with any of the blokes outside work...