Well I landed, more like semi-controlled high speed descent but what do you want when you decide to land somewhere after having sampled a wee bit o product that one might use in a new job, a steady gig if you will. I haven't had a steady job since.....since.......since, well, one long arse time ago. But, back to my original point lads, I'm Here! On the finest of pleasant planets, the crackin, chaotic Canaria, and I am now barman extrodinaire pardon my bleeding French or Gallic now, who bloody knows.
So I'm sidling up into my new digs, just getting to know the place, well the outside, still have a pack a day habit and some places look rather unkindly on puffing away in a perfectly perfunctory and pleasant covered patio my trouts, and Im near the door and inside bless my ears I swear to Eris I hear bleeding Klingon. I toss me fag and go inside, and put me in a dress and call me Rita, there is two Klingon warrior types laughin it up and drinking what looks to be blood wine, and it hits me "Thats what I bleeding forgot to order, christ on a cracker!". Needless to say the Klingons were a bit startled but the human that was with em seemed to take it all instride, i get a wee bit load when tipsy...lets be honest, schloshed but whos counted haha.
So I run behind the bar and start tossing bottles of me favourite vintages on the shelf (turns out the IMG in Falkland can make a mean gin and on my last trip to get some Nio there I picked some up), and cleanin pint glasses and other such publican sort o stuff. I mean, hell I showed up late, and I forgot to think of our ridged warrior friends, so got to try to be lookin good for management to make up for a slip or two haha.
Well now here I am polishing the crystal, lookin for a customer to make a profit off of or jsut to share some water of life. The klingons seem to be talkin amongst themselves, I wonder what they're sayin?
LD|Inc.Fowler -------> [TAZ]Heinlein's.Heart
Me picture there is of myself in the middle, Shamus (R.I.F-23) on the right, and my good friend Baldrick.