Another extract from Sharples’ memoirs – The Adventures of Sharples
I mentioned the friends I travelled with and again they feature in an event that happened on my way here. It was late summer and we had been on the road for a week or so when we came to a coastal town. It was balmy evening when we got to the town and the streets leading away from the beach were alive with holiday makers on a night out. It meant easy pickings for us from the busy bistro restaurants and fast food bars.
Within an hour we had eaten as much as we could and were just strolling around enjoying the ambience. Suddenly some doors opened and a group of men fell out onto the street. They were loud and aggressive and clearly arguing about something.
None of them seemed to be able to hold his balance but it did not stop them pushing their fists at each other. They continued shouting and seemed to roll in a zig-zag fashion along the street. We had to dive into a shop doorway as they past us.
When they reached the corner several policemen rounded them up and put them in a white van with flashing blue lights. On policeman said they were in for the night which I now know means a police cell rather than a hotel. Thomas tutted ‘what a state humans get into!’
‘They won’t remember in the morning’ said Miss Jemima.
To this day I have never really understood why human males have a liking for intoxicating liqueur but then I am just a cat.
© JG Farmer 2015