So I went down to the Radium Beer Hall at lunch time. Mainly to grab a sarmie and smash a gin and tonic in my face.
The locals at the Radium are those sanctified seen-it-all kind of characters, usually sporting a substantial amount of facial and back hair. They're great.
Hairy man: Do you come here often?
Hairy Man: I come here every day.
Peas: Oh. That's nice.
Hairy Man: I eat their espetada everyday.
Peas: Do you?
Hairy Man: Yes.
Peas: Do you like Portuguese food?
Hairy Man: No. Can't stand it.
Peas: But you eat espetada here everyday.
Hairy Man: Yes, so?
Peas: That's Portuguese cuisine, mate.
Hairy Man: No it's not.
Peas: Oh yes it is.
Hairy Man: No it's not. It's French.
I don't believe it. Third Roommate would've paid good money to have heard that.