The staff at Cafe C live in terror of these events , as the ladies at best are snappy and menopausal and at worst bitter , drunk , snappy and menopausal .
On such occasions it seems prudent to have an emergency supply of HRT patches , a mop and bucket ,the samaritans hotline and the local roit police swat team on speed dial .
Singles club queen bee Pauline had apparently had a very bad week , and a raging thirst .
When a waspish Frobisher hit the stage for Crap Bingo with Mavis , things soon turned ugly .
Miss P spent the rest of the evening stumbling about insulting and abusing anyone or anything that crossed her path........she was not a happy woman .
Eventually she was carted off by her mates , unceremoniously dumped in a taxi , clutching a sick bucket between her knees (Thoughfully supplied by Cafe C....we always go that extra mile) and waved off with an enormous sigh of relief on our part and a look of pure terror for the poor taxi driver.
One can only imagine the poor womans horror the next morning as memories began crashing through the blinding hangover and friends huffed and cold shouldered exploritory phone calls.
To her credit she ventured out on Sunday , I would guess in shamed disguise , and posted a rather sweet card of apology to all the staff at Cafe C. I for one almost feel sorry for the Ghastly old bag :-).