Posted 1st January 1970
Re:I was in the pub
My story didn’t get violent so much as sad 🙂
I was chatting up the barmaid at the the Black Horse pub in Preston and Sara, the barmaid totally knew I fancied her.
Yet, for some strange reason, all I could talk about was Centauri hair styles. She smiled a sort of half yawn and called me a Sad Bastard – my friends have never let me live it down since!
A couple of months later SadGeezer.com was born (I was gonna call it sadbastard.com, but that would have been too tacky) and now when someone calls me a sadgeezer, I can simply say, “yep, I have the tee-shirt AND the domain name” 🙂