Bit of a distance for @Goatboy to travel, but his experience would come in handy.
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Just arrived in Salcombe - now need to dump the women and find a pub
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I very much expect that the latter will be far, far easier than the former.
It looks like a trip to Rolyās Fudge Pantry will be likely too.
Sounds a bit of a āspecialistā activity that does.
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Indeed Cobs, defo a Euphemismā¦
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Kids these days just donāt have that kind of class.
Theyād never move to the side of the road
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Managed three pubs walking back from parking the car 
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The Ayatollah got humpy- and not in a good way
Devonian cunts
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The Ayatollah has suggested we ride 10km to the pub tonight
That will end well
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As long as itās a pub with rooms.
I spent my sandwich year in south Devon way back in the early 90ās. It was a nice place and not full of cunts and it also provided me with a story that i have heard told back to me a good few times by guest speakers at corporate events. I had a shitty little Fiat 127 to scoot around in at the time and the starter motor was playing up, so I took it to a garage in Torquay. āWeāll see if we can recon it, mateā said the grease monkey. When i went to pick it up I asked the guy if he was able to recon it, āNo mateā came the reply, āthe Fucking Fuckerās, Fucked!ā he said. Impressed by the use of a word used consecutively as an adjective, noun and verb and with complete understanding of what he was saying, I paid for the new starter.
I told this to my mate and his Dad (lovely guy, big Saints fan) who at the time was head of the British Film Distributors and he lapped it up and said heād use it in his after dinner speaking, which he was well known for. Lo and behold iāve had the tale, albeit slightly changed, told to me by Gareth Chilcott, Martin Bayfield and a few other after dinner speakers, since.
Right, now Iāve bored both you and me rigid, Iāll get down the pub.
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or you can use.
Fuck, the fucking fuckerās fucking fucked it.
especially useful whilst working offshore.
At Waterloo having just missed train home after a day being āeye candyā (senior bod) attending the first meeting with the new client of one of my team members. Spoke for about 5mins and looked out of the window for 2.5hrs.
Train connections shite and havenāt had a beer for two weeksā¦knocked it on the head. Got a fridge full of wine to crack intoā¦eventually.
There is news.
Bletch has an off switch!
Frequent readers and anyone who has met me in a pub or spooned meā¦
ā¦on to a train / bus / taxi (thatās you @Goatboy / @Fowllyd / @BTripz ) will know that once I start drinking, I just canāt stop.
Mercifully, it only takes 3 pints for me to be in a coma so it doesnāt take long before the man upstairs pulls the cable out.
Anyway, Iāve just been to Steam Town and walked out, relatively sober, after two Unity Conflux.
Out tomorrow night at the Tipsy Pig in Romsey and then again for the end of season beers on Sunday so the adult that lives in my brain but seldom makes his presence known pressed the off switch early.
Fuck me, this feels weird. Drink at home or watch the TV with the wife? I feel disorientated.
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Pie and 3 pints made for a particularly uncomfortable ride home, especially the hilly bits
Weirdo
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I think he knows.
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After a quick hydrating Leffe, we are moving on to a Sicilian Syrah
Will you be riding the bike again later?