So, it was a Friday night. I was at The Twisted Hop having a beer or two with a few of the boys (@richardsd, @nzJayZee and @michaelmurfy) when I spotted a guy standing by himself, checking his phone, looking round and looking a little lost. I also noticed his fly was down…all the way. And being the good citizen that I am, I went over and said, in a quiet, discreet voice “Excuse me, but your fly is down”, and he replied in a much less quiet and discreet voice “Oh cheers for that” and fixed the situation.
It turns out he was at his own leaving do, but believed he’d been “stitched up” as no one else was there. So I invited him to join the boys and I, which he did. Simon is one of those people who seems to get on with anyone easily, so we all talked like we’d known each other for ages. And some time after, his friend Jimmy turned up and joined us too.
Now Jimmy is an interesting character. His talents are many and varied and include “pants related surgery” – adding a new hole to his belt after I pointed out his jeans were riding just a bit too low to be respectable. Cheers Justin for the pic. That’s my Leatherman he’s using, by the way, ‘cos every girl should carry a knife.
He also does a bit of diving – and I have a decent crayfish in my freezer as a result of that. Jimmy also tells a good story…ask him about the MAF guys related to that crayfish. Oh, and he is also a recreational pig-hunter.
Now, I’ve wanted to go pig-hunting for a while, so when I mentioned this to him, and after witnessing my knife-handling skills, he offered to take me. And cut a long story short, after a false start the next day – less than 3 hours notice didn’t work for me – Thursday was to be the day. With a bit of text banter to sort out the details, Thursday 5pm rolled around and we were off. (Warning – there are some graphic images of dead pigs – in case you get squeamish)