Prelude to a Beating
It’s the end of the summer holidays, kids are going back to school (huge rush on for anyone with cases in full time education) and our Asshole has just finished screwing every last penny out of his latest building contract.
Which means he’s on to his next job, and I know what’s in store; several of my colleagues, working in the field, have arranged events just so on this particular job. His client this time is a family man, complete with family, who’s carefully managed funds just allow for extending the house. Which is fortunate; as his wife’s less carefully managed contraception require it. The house is full of nice, well-maintained things, as our family man is someone who believes in the value of things, and doesn’t like to waste an investment by not looking after his possessions. Consequently, you’d be mistaken for thinking this is a wealth family.
Our family man is reasonably well known throughout the community, and actually went to school with our Asshole – with the predictable outcome that our Asshole bullied him ruthlessly. Oddly though, that isn’t going to be relevant for what is about to unfold.
Because what is about to unfold takes place in a pub, the pub opposite our family man’s house, a pub with many many people in it.
And the football’s on.