On the way back to the boat and feeling a little light headed we had to stop for another drink at the George Hotel. The only thing going for this place is that it is situated in the main square in Pangbourne and there are few very cheap aluminium chairs outside were one can sit and watch the world go by and in particular you can ogle young girls in their summer dresses and the general lack of attire exposing more flesh than normal .
Looking around at the clientele, we were the only ones without tattoos who didn’t look dishevelled or dirty, and clearly none of the patrons had jobs since why were they not working on a Monday afternoon...down right layabouts. The First Mate noticed that there were two young mothers sat outside with babies, both without wedding rings on, and said “You see those two bints over there “ I bet that they’re probably third generation of unmarried mothers who have successfully learnt how to sponge off the state for the rest of their lives.” “The Captain asked “How do they do that then? “ Simple, get drunk and find some numskull to knock you up, and there you go a life of sloth and idleness. “the First Mate said” The Captain turned towards the Cabin Boy and said” Billy we’ve found you a proper job at last!!
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