I was partly to blame
I left it unattended while I went to the loo and when I returned he was hovering around my beer
Oi, you ! – I shouted – ‘buzz off!
but he paid not a blind bit of notice
I happened to have . . .
a t-towel in my hand so I flicked it at his head
the bugger was quick, I’ll give him that – he ducked, I missed, and the cheeky bugger made another dive at my beer
quick as he was though, he was up against a Scotsman fighting for his booze. I caught him with a backswing of my towel, sending him flying through the air
realizing he had a fight on his hands, he retreated. The victory was mine. The rest of the day, I was on guard, though, in case the aggressive wee bugger came back with some mates !
Be warned, folks. There’s gangs of the drunken louts swarming about looking for a fight !