When my decorating business was up & running good time I stupidly took on a contract working with the shopfitters for the new chain of 'Next' fashion stores. I had the whole south of England & at the rate they were opening stores I can't remember sleeping well for 2yrs+.
I got a phone call telling me that the store in Poole was running behind & I should get my arse down there to sort it or kiss bye bye to any £money . . .
And there I met George Davies. There are many legends surrounding George & no one who has met him doesn't have a story.
With the job finished 'just' on time & the store open, George treated the shopfitting lads to a meal & **** up in the pub across the road. These lads hadn't slept for 48hrs but this was free food & FREE beer . . . .
When we walked in the pub my heart hit the floor, there was gang of 10 or so military types with shaven heads, mean stares & bodies ripped like Garth, it became evident from the banter thrown at us that they'd been in there for at least 2 days. I thought we were going to die, our limbs ripped off & eaten by Her Majesties Royal Marines on R&R.
George loves his squaddies, nowadays he's a big benefactor to several forces charities & not afraid to get stuck in manually. He bought them a round of drinks & put a few hundred £££'s behind the bar for later. Holding his pint in one hand & a double G&T in the other he walked over to the group & promptly necked the whole pint in one gulp. A useful party trick that certainly won the lads over, but as we soon found out, you cannot out drink the Royal Navy