Parrot's, beer, a midget and a British miner...

Who?: Keith, and no-one else...
When?: 1984
Where?: Parrot's bar...
Keith kicked back on the barstool, placed his feet on the table
directly in front of him and adjusted the antique television his
father gave him as a birthday present some 12 years ago, which
wouldn't be produced untill at least as many years from now...
...and watched "The Young Ones".
*"we 'ad a front door in the last 'ouse!"
"yes Vivian, but it was nailed to the ceiling in the living room!"
((canned laughter))
"Easy Rick, it 'ad to be done..."*
Keith took another swig of his long-awaited real ale. 'I dunno,' he
thought 'Lager! The shit people will drink today...'
*"More bloody students!"
"Oh shut up, and put some clothes on..."*
Oh the true bliss of it! A good beer and good tv, now if only he
could find a good woman who wasn't Alota Chrysler...
...He daren't go there, and he wouldn't.
Never mind, he was sure there were plenty of elegible bachelorettes.
He wondered what had happened to Kyla, the woman he had met on her
first day on the ship, who he had waved off with a bottle of Best in
hand? She was good-looking, great girl too...
What the hell had he expected to do here? Drink? Obviously, but what
else?
...Oh, holy mother of the monkies...His Midget! He was going to
salvage and rebuild his midget! And he'd left it on that planet! With
all the excitement of Jay's dramatic arrival he'd forgotten about the
vessel that had saved his life! He OWED that piece of junk... And
he'd abandoned it to the planet's corrosive surface...
Keith Wirrals switched off The Young Ones, abandoned his Tanglefoot,
got up and trudged off, emotionless, towards his bunk. He'd betrayed
a life debt, even if it was to a useless peice of space junk... sod
it. Sleep, try to escape his own mind...
He slumped into his bunk, totally oblivious to the world, willing it
away...
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Gavin "Holy mother of the monkies" Branson