Dave and Vinny: A Coach Called Chaos

Tales from the Rampant Horse

The Rampant Horse pub coach trip was the talk of the Longcroft Estate. Dave wasn’t keen, but Vinny had badgered him into it, waving two tickets under his nose.

“Think of it as a cultural outing,” Vinny had said with mock sincerity.
“Cultural? It’s a coach full of drunks heading to Scarborough.”
“Exactly!” Vinny grinned, his dog Scraps wagging his tail in agreement.

Now they were seated on the coach, jostling elbows as the wheels rolled over the potholes of the estate. The coach smelled faintly of wet dog and strong lager; Scraps lay under their seat, gnawing on an old tennis ball, oblivious to it all.

“Why did I let you talk me into this?” Dave asked, adjusting his jacket as Sandra, the pub’s barmaid, shuffled down the aisle with a tray of pre-poured lager.

“Because you secretly love a day out with me,” Vinny replied, plonking a can of beer into Dave’s hand. “Plus, we both know you’d rather be here than at home listening to Carol’s latest DIY project she has planned for you.”

“She’s making decorative wreaths for a charity stall!” Dave shot back defensively.

Vinny snorted. “A charity stall? What’s it for this time, three-legged squirrels or needy…