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The Devil's disgrace (part 2)
It's quite simple. The Devil went out drinking with Ace at about 1pm
Saturday. They started poorly, visiting only The Raglan & St George's
Hall
on their way to The Old Stilton (as Ace called it). For reasons unknown
they then decided to go Bowling.
After a couple more hours
they returned to hoonhouse where TJ & MB were
ready to go out. And so they left, with specific intent "to retrace The
Devil's steps from last week, so that they might locate his coat & phone".
At this point the tale gets
a bit Steamy, but I gather the boys lost The
Devil whilst CROSSING THE ROAD heading for Kickers.
At 2am, the lads return
to hoonhouse and set about searching for The Devil.
I assure them that he hasn't yet returned. Confused, but too steamed to
think, they reason all avenues have been exhausted and pass out (as is their
custom).
4am rolls around and I hear
the rattle of hoonhouse keys. Venturing from my
room, I discover The Devil trudging his way to bed. I briefly question the
fellow, and discover he'd decided to "get some kip" on "a nice
patch of
grass" some hours earlier. When levels of intoxication reduced suffiently
for sensation to return, The Devil awoke shivering, and was disappointed to
find himself an hours walk from home.
Here ends this tale of disgrace.
Incidentally, he failed to locate either coat or phone.
Sqrl (15/04/02)
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2002
