Memory Lane

I thought I would share with you a memory I just described to an old friend Facebook has re-acquainted me with. It's given me the giggles, you see:

I tried that pub with my ex about six or seven years ago - he went to the bar, the woman came over to serve him, he held up a finger because he had a sneeze coming and turned away, but there was a pillar behind him and he smacked straight into it. So the message the barmaid received there was something like: "WAIT! I must headbutt a pillar first".