Tonight, down at the pub, we’re having a welcome home party for Jim, a dear old friend of ours, who has finally been released from prison, after completing his sentence for attempted murder.
Jim is much admired by all in the pub, and so as not to take the shine off tonight’s party, Sid, the pub landlord, is making it a private affair, with outsiders definately not welcome. Tony reckons that Sid has made a good move, because as he says, we don’t want outsiders coming in, and ruining what is going to be one hell of an evening. And as the boy rightly says, Jim needs some time to adapt to his freedom, without being surrounded by the usual dross and scum that come in through the pub doors on a friday night.
Sid has supplied a buffet, which very generously he has paid for, as his way of welcoming Jim back into the fold. We’ve live music planned, and to top the evening, we’ve got a stripper booked, because we reckon Jim has probably missed more than anything the sight of a nice bit of female flesh, whilst he was banged up, four to a cell, in prison.
Glen and his iron bar* will also be joining the party, together with our other old friend, Andy, who is actually up in front of the judge himself next week, on a violent conduct charge. Of course, as Tony says, Andy will be proved innocent, because once again, the police are just being vindictive, and have no real evidence that he beat the hell out of a guy that accidentally bumped into him in the street.
Our mouths are watering at the prospect of Andy getting off, because as Tony says, it’ll be another excuse to have another party!
*Our friend Glen never goes anywhere without his iron bar, which he likes to use to settle disputes, whenever the need arises.