You know me, I’m not one to complain (SHUT IT!) but I came into WOOLWICH to get some dark fitted jeans to wear with my military jacket for Thursday’s gig and having successfully purchased those and a rather cool T-Shirt, for a bargain price, I decided to reward myself with a beer; well it is after midday.
Anyway, long story short, I arrived at the Dial Arch, which was empty and calm with every table but one mine for the taking, and having purchased my pint of Hell’s I came outside to see 2 young mothers with their 7, YES SEVEN, children.
I’m hoping that they are perhaps childminders or else they’ve been producing babies since puberty and probably need to stop soon before a school has to be built just to educate their offspring.
As I said, I hate to complain but they are all sitting eating their lunches from Tupperware boxes and not a single purchase has been made.
The kids are relatively well-behaved but that’s not the point. This pub is near the river with plenty grassy places or places with benches to sit on and enjoy a packed lunch so why is it ok for them to sit there, directly beside me, bearing in mind that there are at least 20 other tables in the vicinity?
I’d never dare to sit and eat my own food without even buying a drink from the bar I’m sitting at but somehow yummy mummies feel they have an automatic right to do what they like.
Spoke too soon, kids are running round screaming.
Finlay, leave it, leave it, you can’t eat it now.
Bailey get down please.
I haven’t eaten my chocolate.
I haven’t eaten lunch.
Ava, come round here.
Let’s go on an adventure.
Yes, go, do go on an adventure but take your rubbish with you.
Bailey, put that down, that’s dirty. Bailey! BAILEY!
God, I need a drink.
On the same topic, please enjoy Garfunkel and Oates’ song Pregnant Women are Smug http://youtu.be/LbTB3ASkdOo