I didn’t ask for a free pint, I asked if I could buy one but due to the fence could someone bring one out. Not only did they offer to do so, they offered to do it gratis…the lying sacks of shit.
From: “Dr. Slow Ride” <email@example.com>
I’m running the Marathon a week from Sunday and I’d love a quick pint (looking for beer stops about every four miles or so). If you ARE open, I can ring you with my running number when I’m about a mile away to make sure I have correct change for the pint (the barrier gets in the way, so I’d have to beg curb service, sorry). Hope we can do business! Cheers, drsr
Hi Dr Slow Ride
you may have free pint on us at the Angerstein HOtel, please call before arrival, we look forward to seeing you and GOOD LUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sHERRIE EMMA AND ALL AT THE ANGERSTEIN HOTEL
And, then the phone call on the day:
“I’m the guy in the marathon that is supposed to call for a beer.”
“The guy in the marathon that is supposed to call for a beer, you say?” and in the background “no, get rid of him.”
“Yes, is there a problem? I can still pay.”
“No mate, you’re too late, we’ve already done that,” then after a short pause, “no, mate, I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Is Emma there? Or, Sherrie?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what you’re talking about mate.” And, the line went dead.
The Marathon starter’s goodie bag included a can of London Pride. I had that out in front of the bar and got a guy to take the photo but he let his daughter do the work (shown above). I hope they read this.