Jay the fisherman

Jay was a bit drunk. It was his 1st day on 'the dry' as he called it after an extended period of 4 months work on a fishing boat. He told me about his job, his house, his failed marriage, his love of fishing, his Hi-Fi. Jay claimed to be a hunter rather than a fisherman as it was only one type of fish that he caught. It was now 9p.m. and both Jay and myself were interested in more beer, he invited me to another pub to meet his friends. Some of them I cant remember but there was a really old aborigional lady who insisted I called her grandma. She really smelt bad and I found her very hard to understand so I was relieved when Jay suggested we moved on. Our destination was to be his hostel so he could change his thongs (flip-flops). I chatted to the delightful Scottish barmaid in the bar at the hostel and we found it a pleasent enough place to have a few more beers. I suggested we play pool. Jay announced that he was one of the best pool players in the world. Having spent the last 4 months on a boat I didnt fancy his chances. It was now that it became apparant to me just how drunk he was. After an embarassing game watching Jay try to find the cue ball with one eye closed we headed back to the bar. He was getting mouthy now and somehow upset a girl at the bar. It was now that I decided that if I went out to a backpackers in town with this bloke I could land in trouble.