Originally Posted by mojopinuk

I think he may have requested his account to be disabled but I really cant remember.

Anyway, my bitch:

Whenever I'm out drinking in town I see the same man everywhere. Whether I've been to work or been to the match, whatever the day or the circumstance, he's there and he seems to visit the same pubs and bars I do. He's always there, drinking...and always has his mother with him in a wheelchair.

Now, this guy is an old man himself. He looks like he's in his 60's. He could even be early 70s but seems quite mobile and active and maybe its just the grey hair that adds a few years to him, I dunno. But basically, this should tell you just how old his mother must be. She looks decrepit in all honesty. She doesnt look like she has much real awareness of where she is, as she sits wrapped in a blanket in her wheelchair while her son drinks pint after pint, and in the case of Friday night, dances and sings infront of and around her.

I'm assuming he is her primary caregiver and I have no doubt that thats a rough job. He probably likes to get out and unwind and have a good time. No problem there. However, why must he do this regardless of whether he has someone to look after her that night or not? Literally in the last week I have seen him three times. I went out the Friday after work and he was there, I went to the match on the Saturday and then for drinks afterwards and he was there, and then again the following Friday - there he was, nearly 10pm, loud music and karaeoke, bright lights, busy bar, drinking, singing and dancing with his old mother sat in her chair - not saying a word, barely looking up from her lap, being largely unnoticed by her son...literally tagging along behind him.

My sister has, in the past, spotted him and sat talking about him to people and upon leaving the pub, decided to double back and go back in to shout at him and suggest he take her home. My sister rarely gets rattled, as do I. I sat and watched him on Friday night and felt the same anger brewing in my gut. I've never wanted to say anything to anyone, or hit someone so much, in a long, long time. To be fair I had a few drinks inside me at this point too and so the only reason I didnt, I imagine, is because it would feel like I was hitting my dad.