In the cellar is a young man of 17. At the moment he is screaming to be let out.
Let me recap the story.
Today I wanted a drink, a real drink, a mans drink.
I walked out of the house at 11am and went to the local boozer, "The Black Swan"
"Awight Joe, usual guv?" The landlord Ted said
"Nah mate, get me a big bottle of Famous Grouse whisky, and a pint glass" I said
Ted was about to say something, but then he saw I was getting angry and didn`t say a word.
I sat down at my favourite table, poured myself a pint of whisky, lit a Benson and relaxed.
After 2 minutes I heard a voice near me, "Oi you, gimme some of your grog" It was a young lad, wearing a tracksuit and cap.
I ignored him and continued to think about poker.
"Oi I`m talking to you, gimme your drink or else" he said
I looked in his direction now and said "Shut it boy, or you get cut"
He was a brave boy I`ll give him that, he lunged in my direction and tried to take the bottle.
Of course I`m Joe Beevers, and was far too quick, I grabbed his hand and dragged him so his ear was near my mouth.
I whispered to him "Get out while you can, otherwise you`re in a world of trouble"
He shook with fear and left the pub.
After 20 minutes I`d finished the whisky, I dropped Ted a few sovs and headed home.
Just as I was about to put the key in the door I heard running feet behind me. It was the boy again.
He rushed up behind me, quick as a flash I turned around, grabbed his neck and brought him into the house.
He knew how strong I was and didn`t struggle, I shoved him into my chair and said "I have to teach you a lesson lad, I can`t let you get away with this pal"
He squeaked "Dont hurt me, please"
I gave him a slap, he winced with pain, then I said to him "Ok buddy, I`ll show you my cellar"
I took him into the spare room, where theres a covering on the floor, underneath is a 12 foot drop leading into a tiny room I use as storage sometimes.
I uncovered it, kicked his arse and he went straight down it, landing with a thump on the floor.
I looked down, his face was staring up at me in fright, I said "I`m Joe Beevers, you mess with me, you mess with fire"
Maybe I`ll be nice and let him out at the weekend...