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Compulsive liars

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So I nip out to a pub at lunch time for a sneaky one, as soon as I get to the bar and get served I notice that one customer has clearly been boring the pish out of the eastern European single member of staff so decide to move straight to a seat to get out his range of conversation.

I can hear him loudly mouthing off about the books he is writing at the moment and his style of writing and I am feeling really sorry for the barman but happy that it is him and not me. Next thing he is on about his physique when he served in the special forces, I'm now thinking 'hold on, this sounds familiar'. Shortly after he is on about F1 and by now the barman is just mutter the occasional "really", he blurts out that he has driven "about 9 F1 cars" and the joys of taking a car into a corner at 180 mph.

By this point I can take no more, finish the drink and get out, after I had left I was really wanting to go back to see where this journey was going to lead to next. Mission to mars? fighting drug lords in Mexico?

WTF goes on in these peoples minds?
 
So I nip out to a pub at lunch time for a sneaky one, as soon as I get to the bar and get served I notice that one customer has clearly been boring the pish out of the eastern European single member of staff so decide to move straight to a seat to get out his range of conversation.

I can hear him loudly mouthing off about the books he is writing at the moment and his style of writing and I am feeling really sorry for the barman but happy that it is him and not me. Next thing he is on about his physique when he served in the special forces, I'm now thinking 'hold on, this sounds familiar'. Shortly after he is on about F1 and by now the barman is just mutter the occasional "really", he blurts out that he has driven "about 9 F1 cars" and the joys of taking a car into a corner at 180 mph.

By this point I can take no more, finish the drink and get out, after I had left I was really wanting to go back to see where this journey was going to lead to next. Mission to mars? fighting drug lords in Mexico?

WTF goes on in these peoples minds?


Sounds like what SAS would do. Was this in Wandsworth ?
 
Was just saying to Prince Charles this very morning as we parked our Aston Martins at the polo club, that these people who talk tulip about their achievements are a pain in the japs eye. Chas agreed, although he admitted that he once pretended to be a contractor so that he could get a hand job from a page three model in the Gala Casino in Leeds. I was there too that night, but I didn't witness Chas in action as I was at the cashiers office getting my million pound roulette winnings paid out.
 

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