Cock Block

I was meant to be going out in East London last night but my East partners blew me out, so ended up having the most delicious pint of prawns and even more taste sensational red mullet risotto with gremolata (chopped rosemary, garlic and lemon zest) at my usual.
I was talking to a friend of a friend about the lack of chatting up that goes on at The Anglesea, when he told me something very interesting. He said there is a curse on pulling at the pub, it's called 'Cock Block'. This is absolutely terrible I thought, I must break the curse, unblock the cock as it were. I had had some eye love with a handsome looking guy in a preppy cashmere jumper on the table next to us so thought I would make it my nights work to at least talk to him.
He went out to use his phone, so I took the opportunity... grabbed my phone to my ear... went outside, and pretended to have a phone conversation and catch his eye. Then, (it pains me to tell you) my phone rang. THE END.