Laughter saves the day

Now I am increasingly aware that everything has involved alcohol so far. And dont all good things come in threes?

'Blogger (not my real name, that be unusual). You'll agree with me won't you.' asked Ageing Skinhead

I hadn't been listening. Drunk men generally have a limited amount of chat that just repeats on a loop. I'd given up and was watching some liquid evaporate on the bar.

'Agree with you about what?' please dont ask me to hate someone.

'Immigrants.' Like this explained all. (and I'm not sure he knows the word 'immigrant'. He simply abbreviated an Asian country)

'What about them.' why am asking this, are you mad!

'They shouldn't be allowed in here. Should they. They just come and take all our jobs.' Ageing Skinhead was looking intensly at me, as were the two other rednecks in the pub.

Now normally I am very sure of my answer to such a question. It's an economic arguement in favour of immigrants. I love immigrants, I love diversity. But I'm not the bravest of men. In this pub to love immigrants makes you a homosexual, and to be a homosexual means you want to have sex with all the men there and they kill you for that.

But gods smile on a coward sometimes, and today he/she was beaming from ear to ear.

'Fuck,' said Mr Wifebeater, 'You're having a fuckin laugh Ageing Skinhead. You've never worked a day in your life you lazy bastard!'

Laughter all round saved me that day.