Has anyone here got friends that can behave as badly as 2 of mine?
Just to enlighten you all, last Xmas Her Ladyship and I played host to a poster from this board, Philo. Now Philo is a real gent, he came bearing gifts and we really enjoyed his stay. However, on one evening, we had been invited to form a sixsome to a friends house for a late afternoon tea, so we asked if Philo could make it up to 7.
Well, we had a pleasant time, and about 9-ish, I deduced that it would be nice if Philo and myself could have a quiet pint together as it was his last evening, so I made my excuses to the hosting couple, Pete & Rita, and prepared to leave.
However, the other couple who were also guests, Jim and Molly (not their real name), became very annoyed at our departure, and told us in no uncertain terms that we were rude, inconsiderate and unfriendly. I pointed out to them that an invitation for "tea" is not the same as dinner invitation, and staying until after 9 was plenty late enough thank you.
Well, things settled a bit, and last week Her Ladyship suggested that we invite Pete & Rita, Jim & Molly round for DINNER. So, we spent over 60 pounds on food and wine and HL slaved away all day preparing a sumptuous repast. We set the indoors table and also the garden table, the plan being to have alfresco nibbles and the main meal indoors.
Our guests duly arrived, and it became quickly obvious that there was a crackle of tension in the air. Unbeknown to us, Jim & Molly had, earlier in the week, taken Pete & Rita to task, because Pete & Rita's son, who lives in the same apartment block as Jim & Molly, had bought a dog, and Molly was worried that the dog was going to crap in their shared back garden.
Worse was to follow. As I poured the wine, Molly told Rita that her son was an inconsiderate idiot and why couldn't Rita see that?
Wow, I thought, an argument that doesn't involve me, this is different!
Rita sat there dumbstruck. We all did. HL attempted to lighten the situation, " more olives anyone?" she prattled desperately...
I felt sorry for Rita, so I started some banal conversation, but Rita just sat and looked as though her life was about to end whilst Peter puffed frantically on his cigar and tried to engage Jim in a conversation about anything that would alleviate the tension.
Suddenly, Molly, who was sitting opposite Rita, stood up and bawled: "IF YOU'RE GOING TO SIT THERE WITH A PO FACE ALL NIGHT YOU CAN BUGGER OFF HOME!" (This is in my house!).
With that, Rita fled, pursued by hubby Pete, Her Ladyship and myself, leapt into her car and disappeared up the road. I last saw Pete chasing her car heading west.
More to follow.
Englishman.
Edited by - Englishman on 10 June 2002 11:4:10
Edited by - Englishman on 10 June 2002 11:20:36