Love at first sight
Love at First Sight When I look back it didn’t feel like a night that was going to be different from any other night out with the lads. We had been at work all day and as was usual on a Friday night, we couldn’t wait to get into town and start drinking with something to eat later from the bacteria wagon parked at the end of the main street near the taxi rank. The burger van or bacteria wagon as it had come to be called after we all suffered a rather bad bout of food poisoning one night, which was never really proved to have come from there but it didn’t matter because the following day, one of us, and I can’t remember for the life of me which one of us it was, christened the Burger Bar the Bacteria Wagon. So from then on, that has always been its name. With the wisdom that only comes from a group of young lads full to the brim, almost overflowing in fact, with pints of Lager, Red Bull and Vodka, Tequila slammers and flaming Sambuca, it had been decided, god knows h...