“It really looks like him!” someone says.
“Don’t be silly, why would he be in here?” replies another.
They argue for a few minutes about whether he would come to a place like this. My attention is otherwise engaged.
I am only in here because it is the first place we came to serving beer at two in the morning in Cape Town. It is only day one of my holiday so I am still looking to party after normal bed time. I can be quite rebellious when I want to be.
I will admit that upon arrival at the bar, the initial sight of near-naked dancing ladies was a somewhat unexpected, yet entirely pleasant, bonus. It makes a change to be duped for a good reason. I am surprised that more bars to not provide this type of entertainment instead of jukeboxes and skittles.
I had expected a place called Mavericks to be some sort of Top Gun themed bar. There was not, however, a single Goose in sight. Which is why I could only assume that the guy I was looking at was actually just a lookey-likey of the Captain of the England 20-20 World Cup team.
I get home to England two weeks later to realise I have missed Collingate.
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You should have befriended him, if you had got a papparazi shot of you and him all the girls who follow hello, heat and so on would have been flocking to you.
So it was your fault. You could’ve ushered him out before it all kicked off. You lost us the World Cup.
Oh, those pesky cricketers. A lap dance club today, an orgy tomorrow! Scandalous.
Footballers, cricketers… I bet the paparazzi are following the British Tiddlywinks team everywhere in anticipation!
Jonny B’s being stalked by celebrities too.
Is there no privacy for bloggers any more?
You went to see the world cup? How exciting.
You went into a bar called Mavericks expecting a Goose – you sad sad man.
Still, it didn’t affect the team’s performance. They played just like they normally do…