A Very 80's Infatuation - manxman

2. Happy Hour

Song: Happy Hour by The Housemartins 
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It's happy hour again.
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them.

Yup, the song on the Jukebox said it all. I was out with my brothers and my boss and I so did not want to be here with them. I love them and everything but they can be a bit wilder than myself.

'I'm more of a 'nurse a pint in the corner looking all mysterious and broody until someone wants to dance' kind of guy and I like that. That is what I enjoy - mulling over a drink and thoughts of the day whilst the music is loud and people are having fun. My family wouldn't understand.

And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real, the barman is a she

As long as they have a point of intrigue and a good woman to oggle, they are happy men. Don't get me completely wrong here - I love going out, but

...the meaning of style
Is a night out with the boss

Boss, aka dad. We run a family business and we seem to spend all our time together which is great, but sometimes you just want to separate yourself a little and let yourself go free without judgement. My family aren't judgemental in the normal sense - as in they judge me if I'm not having enough fun.

Where you win or you lose
And it's them who choose
And if you don't win then you've lost

Oh yes, any night with my family was a 'riot'. You said it song - must be happy hour again... A night of constant rivalry and over the top displays of manliness. Currently, one of my brothers is challenging the other to down a pint in under 10 seconds without spilling any. And believe it or not, it is easy work as not one drop escapes his lips in 9 seconds.

It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss

Serouisly? It is like this song was written with me in mind. I am constantly pretending to be filling my old mans shoes, constantly putting on a brave face and acting like a twat. And all just to please him. Although I am not like them in my preferences, I still am very good at all this manly bravado - I have to be to keep up. My fastest time for downing a pint is 8 seconds but I usually do it in just under the 10.

My brother Kurt shouts over to me, 'Jimmy, check out that girl over there! She wants you.'

And they tell me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees

And another thing, why the need to get me married off already? I'm 20. Men can do it at any age for Christ sake and there are plenty more years where I will be considered attractive to the fertile woman. I may not be conventionally attractive with my auburn hair and pale skin but some women love that - I get plenty of attention. Ease up old man. I must be adopted because I don't share their interest of picking up the next woman like candy.

So what if I haven't met 'the one' yet. There are plenty of women around. I just don't care enough yet to fall for one. That moment will come when I am good any ready. Not when my family are pressuring me into sleeping with a girl. I've had sex before, big whoop. I'd have a new girl every night if that was what I really cared about.

And this place they chose, which is way to young for my old man to be seen in for one,

Where they open all their wallets
And they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink

Yup, happy hour is every hour when I'm with these lot. There is a bright side though - they constantly buy me drinks and it can be sort of fun, just not my ideal night. I'm off to get a drink and see how long I can evade them.