Nice meeting you guys but must dash my GARMIN says MOVE Au revoir
Nice meeting you guys but must dash my GARMIN says MOVE Au revoir
The older I get the Faster I was
After a drop of timmy Taylors, followed up with a wee dram of fine malt, swilled down with Molie sanitiser.
A cat food sandwich would be lovely to walk home with.
You don't know what your missing.
A proper lad.
Always a gallon and who knows what happens next.
I remember underage drinking in the Snooker Club in Nuneaton… we had one membership number between about half a dozen of us. Pints of Worthington £1.25, or if we felt like splashing out then Carlsberg was £1.35
Monday night, could take a fiver out and have enough to drink, a couple of quid for snooker, cheap night. Tuesday mornings were a bit rough though!
Village pubs for me.
Webster bitter or Tetley bitter were the brew to practice on.
Because when you had a few Taylors Landlord the evening became very short and messy.
And the muscles, cockles and winkles was round every Friday and Saturday.
23p a pint when I started.
When it went less than 4 pint per quid i threatened to stop drinking.
The rest is history.