WILD MAN
I had worked there
a couple of months
when I was invited to a gig –
Peter & the Test Tube Babies
were playing in a local pub
and everyone was going.
I went along and had one
pint too many
let my hair down and
got a bit too lairy.
The shy and quiet persona
I had assumed in the office
was gone
and the mad punk drunkard
was loose.
I don’t recall the incident
but the story goes
that as we danced to the band
I punched a colleague
square in the tit
and was last seen
in the early hours
howling at the moon
like a wild man.
I missed work the next day
with a brutal hangover
and never lived the night down
for as long as I worked there.
She got her revenge weeks later
when she threw a pen
directly at my face
as I talked on the phone
to a customer –
I let out a yelping “Fuck!”
lost the sale
and had to terminate the call.
