Oi! Stop casting nasturtiums - that man in an obscenely floral shirt isn’t here to defend himself …
I have seen you pass money across a bar…not sure for what reason though…
Favours from the bar staff usually. This normally involves getting follically-challenged cunts who happen to live in Surrey ejected and barred.
Been there and on the receiving end you follically hirsute bastard
I still can’t see the join in the hairpiece though
Ernie Wise lives on in me, though not in my legs.
Tea Ern?
You should see me cooking breakfast.
There is only one Sotonian with true running away from the bar bill credentials…
Scanning more old negatives today and found this one…it’s from 1978 when I rescued Lady Slowlane from her locked room in the turret of a local Castle.
I put a curse of the Castle and finally, last month it fell into the sea.
Ah Geoff Hurst’s old gaff
Not often you get a bill for a Laptop upgrade cheaper than expected, after my 5 year old Lenovo refused to boot up. £130 for replacing the old hard drive with a new SSD including cloning the old. Boots up and ready to go in 20 seconds.
Thoroughly recommend Widenet Computer Services in Romsey…always quick, reasonably priced and reliable.
We tried getting outside my local tonight, there was a queue, we gave up
What REALLY annoys me, but was a Little Pleasure for them is the Grandkids have been on staycation in Suffolk this week.
Monday lunchtime - Pub Lunch
Tuesday- English Malt Whisky Distillery
Wednesday Beach meh
Thursday Brewery
Friday Vinyard.
And the little buggers sent me pics from all of them
And here? Lockdown rules eased - Nurseries & Pre- School are now open
The kids may have enjoyed it less as they only drank juice.
Not talking to my Daughter since her pic with a pint of Ale
I have spent a very pleasant afternoon/evening in the beer garden of my local, 1 pm start, arrived home at 8! My first trip to a pub in over a year, celebrating a mates 50th. Was a great afternoon, beautiful weather and a really good turnout, caught up with loads of people I hadn’t seen for ages. I discovered that pints of draught bitter, after a year without, is a totally different proposition than the occasional few bottles while sitting in my armchair watching the Saints play havoc with my blood pressure. I may have been a tad over-refreshed but I managed to walk home down the lane. I was fucking glad when the key went in the door though!
There’s no e in gaffe, unless you’re Prince Philip.