The bar manager's reaction to my apology was to laugh, then say "oh don't worry about that" and shake my hand. Apparently what had happened was I got stuck into a conversation with a builder at closing time and we were having a good chinwag about work. The bar manager wanted me to drink up but I kept ignoring him because I was engrossed in my conversation. When the manager took my pint I snatched it back. In my distracted and drunken state I honestly thought the situation was good natured and he was having a laugh, however he admitted that he had lost his rag when I ignored him.
What upset me about these two incidents was the accusation that I'd been offensive and yet in both cases I intended neither harm nor malice. The first one was perfectly understood as a joke by the two of us having some banter, but misconstrued by other listeners. The bar incident was a genuine lapse of respect on my part, but the manager recognised that it was out of character and drink-related.
I rang up my mate Tim about Llanthony and he said that he had very nearly turned up in his van so no, he didn't give a toss what I turned up in. Mind you the banter would have reached epic proportions if two of us had been there on four wheels.
Sorry to bang on about this, but I was upset by the thought that I'd been out of order and I needed to know if I'd really done something wrong. The Llanthony/car issue hasn't been brought up because of the banter on the night (I know you're all good sorts), but because of comments made since.
Mind you, the true humour of this situation is that I've had to apologise to two people who both turned around and said don't be daft. So if I wasn't actually a C*ck in the first place, I look like one now

The one good thing is that after apologising to the bar manager I went in and had three beers before returning home to Mrs Onepot, who didn't give me a hard time about being in the pub because she was more interested in what his reaction had been.

Cheers
GC