it wasn't a date!!!!!!!!!!!!

i toddled to the wharf the other night (nothing new there) when i bump into a bunch of mates all chuckling, on asking to be let in on the joke i wished i hadn't..ant piped up, "we were just talking about that date you and rob went on where you wound up having to drink with that psycho!" ARGH!!!!!!! look:
#1 it wasn't a date! i had to explain this to rob ten times too, playing pool isn't a date..he was mightily confused when i introduced my chap to him at a later date..awkward moment back there!
#2 said psycho was in fact an extremely drunk and upset skinhead who'd managed to coherse rob into a drink before i arrived (rob's too much of a nice guy, struggles to say no) so when i arrived oblivious i assumed they knew eachother and said hi to him and sat down.. wow! BIG MISTAKE! it turns out this guy had just buried his daughter and had suffered the loss of 2 kids in as many years. he then went on to show me his tattoos, preach of hitler's teachings, how he had it right and how 'there's no black in the union jack' and then told us his aim for the night was to beat up a black guy and get arrested! i was (needless to say) a bit freaked out, and prayed he didn't follow us when we left
i wondered why that conversation had even come up and when i was just about to ask i felt a tap on my shoulder.. guess who! much to the amusement of the rest of the group i then squirmed for the remainder of the evening!