Great mate of mine was Peter the butcher, he was one of those happy go lucky people that you always find in any social group, always had a smile on his dial, could tell a yarn with flair and best of all in a mixed group he was polite to women, when he had had a few beers too many he was a happy drunk and he was a Batchelor in his mid forties.
First met him at the Land of Promise hotel, my local watering hole, where I had a cleaners job with an early morning start, Peter was manager of the butcher shop next door and we would give each other a wave if he was setting up the front display when I was leaving.
After work he would come in for a beer and as I was president of the social club- ( I was there most evenings ) invited him to join, we became great mates , he gave me a casual job in the shop which was handy being next door when he found out I was a butcher as well.
Saturday mornings was when all your mates met up at the hotel for a natter, to place bets on the gee gees, have a few beers etc etc , Peter had the drop on us, he was early and had already had a few beers, and a few more before I went home.
Saturday night at home watching a movie when about 10.30 the phone rang , answered it to hear Peters voice , g'day Kev owyergoin, had a quick think and decided from the tone of his voice that he was as full as a bull. What do you want Peter? I answered , I need a woman came the reply, well what the bloody hell do you want me to do about I said, its late Peter go to bed and I’ll see you tomorrow with an ok he hung up.
Half an hour later the phone rings its Peter again; Kev he said rang an agency and there sending a woman around, Bully for you Pete I said and I hung up, later in the kitchen having a late supper when the phone goes off again and again its Peter, Kev he says I just rang the agency and was told they are running a bit late but will be with you shortly by this time Peter was slurring his speech so once again I told him to go to bed at least you'll be ready when she gets there I told him and hung up.
Later and I had just got in my bed and the phone goes off once more , by this time if it was him again I was ready to give him a serve of my mind, answering it and before I could say a thing his voice said, Kev they just rang told me they would be with me in 10 minutes, told them not to worry about me it was too late and I had helped myself. And hung up.