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PART 9: Memories of a bar steward

by The Bar Stward 

Posted: 26 June 2009
Word Count: 2711
Summary: Join Jacob as he battles for success with a little (well, no) help from his idiotically dangerous twin brother Miller, his disastrous best friend Curly and his annoyingly cool younger brother Clint. On their journey they’ll face terrible perils, monstrous foes and maybe love (or just sex).
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Monday 21st August 2000

2347 Hrs


Curly is in a terrible mood with everyone. He doesn’t think we are taking his attack seriously enough. He got into this sulk because he told me and Clint this morning that he was going to go and report the incident to the Police. We tried to explain that he would just make himself look like a knob and he accused us of being unsupportive. How can stopping your friend from looking like a knob be unsupportive? Miller didn’t help matters when he came rolling into the bar this morning, still in last nights clothes, and boasted that he too had been raped by Bertha. “Did she do that thumb thing to you too? Nasty eh” he asked Curly. This was too much for our pube headed friend and he stormed off. Miller said he was going to form a support club for the pair of’em.

The pub had a couple of people in today. The weather was scorching hot so Babbacombe had a few tourists enjoying the beautiful sea view and some of those came in here to have something to eat for lunch. In all we did about seven meals, mainly sandwiches and salads but the way Kung Fu Phil was running around the kitchen in a rampant panic, you’d have thought we had the entire British army in for dinner. Dick head. God I hate him!

However, someone I hate even more came in tonight. Harry Barker. Old laughing boy. The ugly little git came slimming up to the bar, all smiles and asked if he could speak with the boss. I tried to assure him that he was speaking to him but his happy grin was swiftly replaced with something all the more threatening and he whispered with a hiss “Go get ye facking Daddy, BOY!” For all I knew he was ready to stab me, I swear his face suddenly looked that evil, so I thought sod it, let Dad deal with his new pal. It turned out that Harry was coming in to TELL Dad that he was having a party in the pub on Sunday night for his daughters 40th. He wants a buffet laid out for the occasion, but he never once allured to whether or not he would be paying for it and Dad didn’t ask either! After Harry had fucked off I asked Dad about that and he basically snapped at me and said we should be grateful for the customers and added that I had done fuck all to get people in so far! I was utterly shocked!

My father and brothers have squashed every brilliant idea I have put forward so far. The pub is doing crap because of them! I should have said that to Dad, instead I just told him that I had something planned for Friday that will get the customers piling in!

So what is this new genius plan? Well earlier Clint was banging on about adverts he was putting in the newspaper and on Torquay FM, for the charity karaoke competition we are unfortunately organizing. I pointed out that nobody ever reads ads in the local paper, and nobody even listens to the local radio station, so it’s all a waste of time and money. I explained to him that you’ve gotta go out and catch new customers. It’s like fishing and I’m gonna reel loads in on Friday night because I’ve got a new Masterplan. I’m going undercover to steal customers from the rival pub down the road. The Queens Legs is always packed and though it doesn’t have the sort of clientele I would prefer, it does have a lively karaoke crowd and I am sure I can get them to come to our pub while Clint’s competition is running.

The Queens Legs look quite nice from outside, but if you go in, it's a right shit hole. It’s full of the sort of people who know their place in life and their place is at the bottom of the social ladder, the underclass. They’ve got no aspirations other than getting through the day anyway they can, until The Queens Legs open and they can all go in for lots of drinks. Not the sort of place you would expect someone respectable like me to venture into but I’m willing to take one for the good of the business. Once the competition is over, I’ll bar the lot of’em, but in the mean time they’ll keep Dad happy and keep him off of my back while I work on my much bigger plans.

For my undercover operation in The Queens Legs, I won’t be able to wear my usual smart attire, because if I do I’ll attract too much attention from the pubs landlord and his thug doormen. I need to blend in with the common people, dress down to their level. Blue jeans, stained t-shirt, crap hair and NO glasses (they’ll give my sophistication away immediately). So I guess I will be going out disguised as Miller. Once I’m in, I’m going to approach people and point out all of the superior facilities The Royal Ship has to offer, compared to the dive they are wasting their time in. I’m sure they’ll be flocking out en masse when they realize what they are missing out on. I mean, it’s not often people of their level get invited to somewhere as classy as my establishment.

2358 Hrs

I was just popping down stairs to get a bedtime glass of coke when I heard a voice shouting somewhere in the darkened bar. I armed myself with a broom and slowly crept towards the noise. The aggravated voice was coming from the office. As I snuck closer, I realised it was Dad on the phone. I kept quiet and listened to the heated conversation he was having.

“I’ve not been avoiding you” … “You said you didn’t need it back for at least six months!” … “There’s no need for that sort of talk” … “Please mate, I just need a little more time than that” … “No! You don’t need to come down here, okay I’ll sort it…I’ll…”

It sounded like the person who was shouting at him on the other side of the phone hung up. Dad just collapsed into my swivel chair and buried his head mournfully into his hands. I didn’t bother going in to ask who he had been talking to; he would never have told me. Dad has always been secretive, especially when he is up to no good, or is in trouble. God I hope this is nothing that will affect the pub!

Koopa’s just emailed me, asking me to go on the Brummy Chat webpage, so I’ll see what he wants and hopefully he’ll help take my mind off of my knob head father.

http://www.brummychat.co.uk

Online:
The Bar Steward (Jacob H. Cox)
Brum Gunz (Koopa O’Shea)


Brum Gunz:
Alwright, Cox Boy, how’s it going in da deep south then? I hears off Milla that Hank came out to play last night.

The Bar Steward:
Here we go. No Hank did not make an appearance because Hank does not exist!

Brum Gunz:
No need to get stressed knobba. Milla told me some well funny stuff that you did! It sounds like you had a wicked night!

The Bar Steward:
Wicked?

Brum Gunz:
You had a laugh, yeah? Milla said you and him were ripping town apart.

The Bar Steward:
I can assure you that my brother and I do not share the same idea of fun! His idea of fun is getting wasted and punching me in the gob.

Brum Gunz:
That soundz like my idea of a good night!

The Bar Steward:
I LOST A BLOODY TOOTH! He’s lucky I didn’t kick his fat hairy ass all over the nightclub. I would have done it but I had my reputation to think about.

Brum Gunz:
Milla said you was sticking ya cock in peoples drinks!

The Bar Steward:
Miller is a lying fecker!

Brum Gunz:
Ha. Calm down, at least you’ll get a quid off of the tooth fairy.

The Bar Steward:
Yeah, and maybe Santa Claus will bring me a new twin for Christmas.

Brum Gunz:
Nah, he won’t be doing that mate.

The Bar Steward:
Why not?

Brum Gunz:
Cos he’s dead.

The Bar Steward:
Whose dead?

Brum Gunz:
Santa Claus. Father Christmas. The big HO HO HO fella.

The Bar Steward:
He doesn’t exist Koopa.

Brum Gunz:
Lol, I know that dildo! He doesn’t exist anymore cos he’s dead. He died during WW2.

The Bar Steward:
What?

Brum Gunz:
He got shot down over Nazi Germany in 1944. Unidentified flying object. Evil bastards those Nazi’s were! That’s why we won the war?

The Bar Steward:
Aye?

Brum Gunz:
Yeah. Da Allieds dropped leaflets all over Germany saying “Hitler killed Santa, revolt now”, and they did. Hitler shitted himself, knew the game was up and shot himself. War over. We won.

The Bar Steward:
Well that’s news to me.

Brum Gunz:
I suppose it’s a good thing really though.

The Bar Steward:
What? That Santa and Rudolf got shelled outta the sky.

Brum Gunz:
Yeah. Some old fat, sweaty bloke breaking into your kid’s bedroom in the middle of the night, giving’em a special present. That doesn’t sound right does it?

The Bar Steward:
I guess not.

Brum Gunz:
And he’d be dangerous for other reasons!

The Bar Steward:
What reasons are those then?

Brum Gunz:
Well he’s got the ability to get into anywhere he wants. There isn’t a government or criminal on the planet that wouldn’t want some of that technology! Either they’d try and recruit him or put a cap in his ass themselves. Imagine if Bin Laden took some of his elves hostages. Santa would be forced to into knocking off the US President quicker than the tubby bastard eats his mince pies. He’d have people trying to get him left, right and centre, man! He’d probably be like some badass 80’s action hero, fighting hard to stay alive!

The Bar Steward:
So I suppose I won’t be getting a new twin for Christmas then.

Brum Gunz:
Fraid not Cox.
So, did Milla or Clint manage to dip their dick last night or Curly even?

The Bar Steward:
What about me?

Brum Gunz:
What about ya?

The Bar Steward:
Why didn’t you ask if I pulled anyone?

Brum Gunz:
Alwright. Did ya pull any Cox last night?

The Bar Steward:
I’m not gay Koopa! In fact I pulled the fittest bird in the whole club. The whole town in fact.

Brum Gunz:
Yeah yeah, course you did.

The Bar Steward:
I DID! I pulled the most beautiful girl I’ve ever saw and she came back to ours with me!

Brum Gunz:
Did anyone else see her?

The Bar Steward:
No. But only because Miller fucked off with Bertha the rapist whale and Clint was running after Curly!

Brum Gunz:
So no one can back up ya story then.

The Bar Steward:
STORY! I’m not lying! It’s true. She was gorgeous and she was all over me!

Brum Gunz:
LOL. Okay Cox, I believe ya, I really do. You’re a big stud. A walking, rock hard Cox!

The Bar Steward:
That’s right. I am.

Anyway, forget about us. How’s it going with you lot back home? Any sign of the millions you said you were all gonna be making from the new patch?

Brum Gunz:
Nah, not yet. Uncle Connor said he is investing all of the extra cash we are making.

The Bar Steward:
Investing it into what?

Brum Gunz:
He said he is gonna start shipping in drugs himself, directly from Columbia. He’s got a big shipment all lined up. Do you know that Pablo Escobar use to make 20 billion a year! He made so much money, he use to lose about 5 billion a year cos the rats ate it in his lockup. We’re gunna be RICH!

The Bar Steward:
Wow, a family to be proud of alright. Look, don’t tell me anymore. The less we know the better; plausible deniability when the police come knocking.

Brum Gunz:
The money we’ll be making, the police will be working for us.

The Bar Steward:
Sure they will. Look Koopa, interesting chat but I’ve gotta go. I’ve got some emails to write.

Brum Gunz:
Who to?

The Bar Steward:
I’m writing to celebrities and inviting them to our pub for free. They can stop for nothing, eat for nothing and drink for nothing!

Brum Gunz:
Why do you wanna be doing that for?

The Bar Steward:
Publicity! Look at all of those idiots who go around all the Beatles old haunts in Liverpool. People love celebrity stuff. Once fans know their heroes have been into our establishment, we’ll have’em flocking here!

Brum Gunz:
Soundz like another great Cox idea.

The Bar Steward:
It is, and this time I’m not running it by Dad, Miller or Clint cos they know feck all!

Brum Gunz:
HA. Good luck with it then.

The Bar Steward:
Cheers. Night.

Brum Gunz:
Laterz.

The Bar Steward has left Brummy Chat



Tuesday 22nd August 2000

1522 Hrs


It was raining today so the pub was dead. Thankfully that meant I didn’t have to put up with Kung Fu Phil crashing around the kitchen in a temper, as Dad told him not to bother coming in today.

I spent all afternoon wishing someone would actually come into the pub and have a drink, but then I wished I hadn’t when the most boring bugger in the whole world came plodding in and super-glued himself to a barstool for over three hours! Miller was in bed, Clint was in town getting some Karaoke CD’s and Curly was down the cash n carry with Dad, so I was bleedin stuck with this train obsessed dwarf, who was as welcomed as diarrhea in the local swimming baths. I felt like a whore. Now I know how a prozzie must feel. There I was, bored shitless, but I still had to smile and pretend I was happy with this dickheads company! I hope he never comes back.

Anyway, forget that. After the twatty imp fucked off I decided to kill some time by cleaning the bar. Not a job I should be doing but I was so bored! I began removing some old photos that had been taken before we took over the pub, when I saw my Winky on one of them. I instantly tore it off of the wall and examined it intensely. Her beautiful smile, heavenly blue eyes, made me go all goose bumpily and light at once. It must have been a taken recently because she had the exact same top on as she did on Sunday night. The photo is just of her alone, waving and smiling at whoever is taking the picture. More importantly the photo is of her inside this pub! Is she a local? Does she come in here often? Maybe I will see her again! This is the happiest I have felt since I’ve moved down here.

1825 Hrs

Clint just brought in the local newspaper, The Torquay Express, to show me. On the front page is a grainy black and white CCTV image of a man in a nightclub. Basically the article said that the Police are looking for a flasher who exposed himself in Café Rouge on Sunday night. He is approx 5’7, slim with short brown hair and has a Brummy accent. It then said if you saw him, or have any information about this man, please ring this number: 01803 322 8333.

The reason Clint was showing me the paper was because he claims that it is me in the photograph. Bollocks. They’re going too far with this Hank joke now! The man in the picture could be anyone, and loads of the people in Torquay are from Birmingham, Liverpool, Newcastle and Scotland, so the accent thing proves nothing!

However, I think I might grow a beard, so that I fit in better at the Queens Legs on Friday. I’ll get that scruffy look going, so that I’m totally unrecognizable.






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SJ Williamson at 20:14 on 26 June 2009
Evening Scott,

2347 is deliciously cringable!

until The Queens Legs open and they can all go in for lots of drinks.


- very fnar fnar!

Lots to enjoy and laugh at here Scott. Jacob is his usual arrogant self, spouting so much bullshit, that I suspect he actually does believe it to be true!

I always enjoy the emails/chats between Koopa & Jacob.

Just one thing really to ask you. I've got a feeling we know quite a lot from Jacobs POV, as well as his brother's about the night out. You then have him telling Koopa here, which I guess of course he need to, but we already know quite a lot of the details. Just a little thought.

Always enjoy your story Scott. Keep up the good work, and I'll look forward to reading more.

SJxx

The Bar Stward at 20:29 on 26 June 2009
I did wonder about that. I suppose I was just showing how Jacob lies about events. In his blogs he says what really happened, but when he is talking to Koopa he changes the facts to make himself seem harder and more successful than he is.

I feel the above is really just a build up to Fridays events, and also I dropped a few storyline elements (the dad on the phone, finding Winkys photo and Koopa talking about what is happening with the O'Shea clan. These are all important bits of information), it's a bit of a inbetween scene really. I was going to add Fridays episode in as well, but it would of been too much for one post.

Cheers SJ

<Added>

I was a bit worried about the Koopa section because a lot of it doesn't need to be in it, it's just silly banter really. The only important thing said is about Uncle Connor investing their money, that's important for later on in the book.

I dunno if this kills the pace? It'll stay for now, but perhaps a scene that will be cut when I've finished and I have to tighten it.

SJ Williamson at 21:16 on 26 June 2009
Hi Scott,

Definitely don't get rid of anything. You keep it all as you've written it for now, have a think about it, and also see what all the other lovely people on here think.

I love the bits between Koopa & Jacob, so maybe this just needs a bit of tweaking so that it's not so much about the night at the club. You want him to talk about it with Koopa, and you want him to do his usual over exagerated thing! I just wonder how you could do it without giving the reader all the info again? Again ... see how other's feel about it.

I like the pace. There are also some great teasers into his Dad's problems here, and the bit with the picture is really cool (actually, it made me wonder what on earth Winkie was doing with her pic up there in the pub), so therefore, you've kept my interest.

SJxx



The Bar Stward at 21:41 on 26 June 2009
Would this be better?

http://www.brummychat.co.uk

Online:
The Bar Steward (Jacob H. Cox)
Brum Gunz (Koopa O’Shea)

Brum Gunz:
Alwright, Cox Boy, how’s it going in da deep south then? I hears off Milla that Hank came out to play last night.

The Bar Steward:
Here we go. No Hank did not make an appearance because Hank does not exist!

Brum Gunz:
No need to get stressed knobba. Milla told me some well funny stuff that you did! It sounds like you had a wicked night!

The Bar Steward:
Wicked?

Brum Gunz:
You had a laugh, yeah? Milla said you and him were ripping town apart.

The Bar Steward:
I can assure you that my brother and I do not share the same idea of fun! His idea of fun is getting wasted and punching me in the gob.

Brum Gunz:
That soundz like my idea of a good night!

The Bar Steward:
He’s lucky I didn’t kick his fat hairy ass all over the nightclub. I would of done it but I had my reputation to think about.

Brum Gunz:
Milla said you was sticking ya cock in peoples drinks!

The Bar Steward:
Miller is a lying fecker!


Brum Gunz:
Ha. Calm down, at least you’ll get a quid off of the tooth fairy.

The Bar Steward:
Yeah, and maybe Santa Claus will bring me a new twin for Christmas.

Brum Gunz:
Nah, he won’t be doing that mate.

The Bar Steward:
Why not?

Brum Gunz:
Cos he’s dead.

The Bar Steward:
Whose dead?

Brum Gunz:
Santa Claus. Father Christmas. The big HO HO HO fella.

The Bar Steward:
He doesn’t exist Koopa.

Brum Gunz:
Lol, I know that dildo! He doesn’t exist anymore cos he’s dead. He died during WW2.

The Bar Steward:
What?

Brum Gunz:
He got shot down over Nazi Germany in 1944. Unidentified flying object. Evil bastards those Nazi’s were! That’s why we won the war?

The Bar Steward:
Aye?

Brum Gunz:
Yeah. Da Allieds dropped leaflets all over Germany saying “Hitler killed Santa, revolt now”, and they did. Hitler shitted himself, knew the game was up and shot himself. War over. We won.

The Bar Steward:
Well that’s news to me.

Brum Gunz:
I suppose it’s a good thing really though.

The Bar Steward:
What? That Santa and Rudolf got shelled outta the sky.

Brum Gunz:
Yeah. Some old fat, sweaty bloke breaking into your kid’s bedroom in the middle of the night, giving’em a special present. That doesn’t sound right does it?

The Bar Steward:
I guess not.

Brum Gunz:
And he’d be dangerous for other reasons!

The Bar Steward:
What reasons are those then?

Brum Gunz:
Well he’s got the ability to get into anywhere he wants. There isn’t a government or criminal on the planet that wouldn’t want some of that technology! Either they’d try and recruit him or put a cap in his ass themselves. Imagine if Bin Laden took some of his elves hostages. Santa would be forced to into knocking off the US President quicker than the tubby bastard eats his mince pies. He’d have people trying to get him left, right and centre, man! He’d probably be like some badass 80’s action hero, fighting hard to stay alive!

The Bar Steward:
So I suppose I won’t be getting a new twin for Christmas then.

Brum Gunz:
Fraid not Cox.

So, did Milla or Clint manage to dip their dick last night or Curly even?

The Bar Steward:
What about me?

Brum Gunz:
What about ya?

The Bar Steward:
Why didn’t you ask if I pulled anyone?

Brum Gunz:
Alwright. Did ya pull any Cox last night?

The Bar Steward:
I’m not gay Koopa! In fact I pulled the fittest bird in the whole club. The whole town in fact.

Brum Gunz:
Yeah yeah, course you did. Just like ya smashed up those five dickheads.

The Bar Steward:
I DID! I kicked the fuck outta those blokes and this bird was well impressed. She came up to me and offered to suck my dick right there on the dance floor! In fact a whole bunch of girls were offering it to me. I took’em all back to mine and played hide the sausage with the lot of’em! It was beautiful. I rode those hinnies like a naked rodeo champion.

Brum Gunz:
LOL. Okay Cox, I believe ya. You’re a big stud. A rock hard bastard in every way!

The Bar Steward:
That’s right!

Anyway, forget about us. How’s it going with you lot back home? Any sign of the millions you said you were all gonna be making from the new patch?

Brum Gunz:
Nah, not yet. Uncle Connor said he is investing all of the extra cash we are making.

The Bar Steward:
Investing it into what?

Brum Gunz:
He said he is gonna start shipping in drugs himself, directly from Columbia. He’s got a big shipment all lined up. Do you know that Pablo Escobar use to make 20 billion a year! He made so much money, he use to lose about 5 billion a year cos the rats ate it in his lockup. We’re gunna be RICH!

The Bar Steward:
Wow, a family to be proud of alright. Look, don’t tell me anymore. The less we know the better; plausible deniability when the police come knocking.

Brum Gunz:
The money we’ll be making, the police will be working for us.

The Bar Steward:
Sure they will. Look Koopa, interesting chat but I’ve gotta go. I’ve got some emails to write.

Brum Gunz:
Who to?

The Bar Steward:
I’m writing to celebrities and inviting them to our pub for free. They can stop for nothing, eat for nothing and drink for nothing!

Brum Gunz:
Why do you wanna be doing that for?

The Bar Steward:
Publicity! Look at all of those idiots who go around all the Beatles old haunts in Liverpool. People love celebrity stuff. Once fans know their heroes have been into our establishment, we’ll have’em flocking here!

Brum Gunz:
Soundz like another great Cox idea.

The Bar Steward:
It is, and this time I’m not running it by Dad, Miller or Clint cos they know feck all!

Brum Gunz:
HA. Good luck with it then.

The Bar Steward:
Cheers. Night.

Brum Gunz:
Laterz.

The Bar Steward has left Brummy Chat





<Added>

It's basically the same except I cut short all of 90% of the previous night stuff, just leaving in a little to set up the Santa stuff (if that bit is even needed)

SJ Williamson at 22:00 on 26 June 2009
Cool ... that's just right to me, Scott.

SJxx

nezelette at 12:30 on 27 June 2009
Hi Scott,

I agree that the second version is much better, much more compact and efficient. The first one did kill the pace a little and I think by now we know exactly how Jacob lies and exaggerates to make himself look better. I would peronally press on with the story and plot now, which you've done well with the Winky pisture and the mysterious phone call. I think these are the most interesting lines of the plot, as well as the development of the pub, of course.

A few things:

when he came rolling into the bar this morning, still in last nights clothes


night's

The ugly little git came slimming up to the bar, all smiles and asked if he could speak with the boss.


Do you mean sliming?

I should have said that to Dad, instead I just told him that I had something planned for Friday that will get the customers piling in!


I should have said that to Dad; Instead, I just...

but I still had to smile and pretend I was happy with this dickheads company!


dickhead's

I think however, I am going to grow a beard!


That sentence didn't seem right for some reason. I would add a comma after think but maybe also tweak the sentence a little. However, I think I might grow a beard (or something like that?)

Looking forward to know what happens Friday

Nancy

The Bar Stward at 16:05 on 27 June 2009
Thanks Nancy. I pretty much wrote this and posted it, but I agree with you and SJ about the original conversation killing the pace a little, as well as going back over covered grounds. As always your corrections will be thankfully used.

Like I said before, the above scenes are just story building scenes, I try to keep'em as interesting as possible but they are the set up for more important scenes ahead. I am very much looking forward to writing thursday entry (a scene with kung Fu Phil) and Fridays, which sees Jacobs Mother showing why people fear her.

Cheers

StephB at 13:44 on 29 June 2009
Hi Scott,

As the others have mentioned, I particularly like the teasers about Jacob's father and about Winky.

Jacob trying to convince Koopa about Winky, but Koopa treating it with the usual pinch of salt is very clever - its like the boy who cried wolf.

I'm really looking forward to hearing more about Jacob and Winky - I feel like he needs someone to bring him down to earth, and suspect that she'll be the one to do it?

Steph x

Jane Elmor at 19:56 on 29 June 2009
Hi Scott - just popping in to say I'm still loving your stuff! Jacob's voice is fresh and funny, and the tightening up you've done on the webchat is good too. And you can do all that editing for pace/repetition/weight when you're in reader/editor mode!
Titchy things I spotted - like Nancy I thought you meant 'sliming' rather than 'slimming'?
And 'allured to' - should this be 'alluded to'?
I'm looking forward to what can surely only be a disaster in the Queen's Legs! Heh heh!
JCx

The Bar Stward at 23:53 on 29 June 2009
Thanks for the kind and helpful comments. I'm looking forward to writing the next entries, but I dunno when it'll be. Only 4 more days until babby arrives.

The Bar Stward at 00:07 on 30 June 2009
Should I upload this to a blog site like this http://pcbloggs.blogspot.com/

The Bar Stward at 00:07 on 30 June 2009
Should I upload this to a blog site like this http://pcbloggs.blogspot.com/

freynolds at 12:49 on 01 July 2009
Hi Scott,

Very entertaining, as usual! So we've had diary entries, e-mails, phone calls and now the chat-room. Very different to any other book I've read and it keeps the story modern.

Some great names and lines in here;
The Queens Legs - what a daring name for a pub!
until The Queens Legs open and they can all go in for lots of drinks.
and a daring line;

The edited version works better for me too. Father Christmas bit, I have no opinion on this one and if it does not add anything to the story, if fits with the characters, so keep it.

Fabienne

The Bar Stward at 14:04 on 01 July 2009
The father christmas bit is just a bit of banter, nothing at all to do with story. I suppose it was just to show Koopa's stupid side. Miller is an idoit, but Koopa is a bit thick.

fbtoast at 07:18 on 05 July 2009
Hi Scott

Some comments:

"how can stopping your friend looking like a knob be unsupportive?" - very funny!

I love the description of the Queens' Legs and its clientele

"going out disguised as Miller" - good!

I would lose the Santa Claus bit, funny though it is, it seems a bit redundant. Also the bit about the dwarf coming in for a drink, unless it has some kind of significance as a plot point.

Great stuff, as usual. Just keep it coming.

Nicole





The Bar Stward at 10:24 on 05 July 2009
Yeah, I think the Santa stuff is too much like a pause

Mand245 at 05:50 on 08 July 2009
Hi Scott

Very entertaining as always - some very funny lines. I agree with the others that the second version works better than the first.

Just a little thing, but I think the Queens Legs (very funny, by the way) should be Queen's Legs.

Great stuff, looking forward to reading more.

Mand


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