In the pub, people commented that the person wasn't there, and giggled as they said it. One or two people have told me how close they have come to losing their temper with him. One person (who wasn't there) reckons he's a really nice man. Actually he isn't. I've had to correct him on a few occasions for speaking inappropriately to me. My brother was once on the verge of crying where he'd felt so threatened by this man. One customer from the north-east was recently in a very distressed state about his wife, who was critically ill in hospital with meningitis. The so-called nice person walked in and started taking the piss out of his accent. The so-called nice person didn't realise how close he came to a good sorting-out.
The person is supposedly bi-polar. Sorry mate, I don't believe it. I've only ever seen him manic. He's always manic. He's very selfish too. He hijacks other people's private conversations and then turns the subject round to railway timetables or the like. He talks continuously. It's a monologue that can go on for eight hours, and I'm not exaggerating. People have got up and left because of this person, and have never come back.
I made myself believe I disliked this person because I was intolerant. Actually that's not the case in this instance. Nobody, but nobody would put up with all this. However I will keep my trap shut for the sake of all concerned, just as I always have done until recently.
Now I've got it off my chest.
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