This weekend a good friend of mine invited me down to a beer festival. The pub he works in has it's very own brewery, so it makes sense to stick up a marquee and let the £1.50 pints flow. So I did.
Anyway, after the folk music stopped, and people stumbled back home, a group of us stayed and talked. It was then, that I met Pat. An interesting chap, with quite the stories to tell. But alas, he didn't know how to put it down on paper despite the constant, 'But you MUST write a story.' Seizing the moment, I mentioned I dabbled in the written word. After further discussing of books, he asked would I be interested in writing it for him. I respectfully declined...
Like HELL I did.
Moral is. If you want a story, drink a keg of ale, and they just walk up to you.
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