AN afternoon drinking session has descended into a group of middle-aged men each privately trying to manage their terrible heartburn.
The men, who used to do this kind of thing all the time when they were younger, each managed three full pints before making a variety of excuses as to why the fourth was going down so slowly.
Bill McKay, aged 44, said: “I could tell it wasn’t just me. Peter winced every time he reached for his pint, and Simon out of nowhere started talking about stroke symptoms.
“I was doing my best, but making convivial conversation isn’t easy when you feel like you’ve got hot coals in your chest. We’d been talking about a curry later. That never happened.
“Tom claimed he was nipping to the shop for fags, but I saw him taking two Rennies. I know because Tim got some off him in the toilets later.
“Eventually I was forced to order a Baileys.”