Ok, I was a bit harsh
An explosion in a florist any better?
Ok, I was a bit harsh
An explosion in a florist any better?
It certainly is TiCK, it certainly is.
Goldie at RSās is pretty fucking cool anyway but to see us win the cup the next day is full on
⦠lucky cunt !!
Green-eyed devil there from Dubai and Dorset (sounds like a bumbling team of sexist detectives from the 70s)
BTW Iāve discovered Old Hooky from Hook Norton Brewery.
Sāalright but it aināt no Punk IPA from Brewdog.*.
*prolly the best brewery in the world.
TBH Fatso if I wasnāt afraid that the germs were already present on the ticket and that you would soon catch the bug and then pass it on to your lovely wife (say Hi to her from me by the way) and kids then it would be all yoursā¦
At last you have recognised the value in taste over āstyleā dear boy. See the follow in extract from Ferretās Beers Bible,chapter 27, verse 14 āāAnd the Lord Chutney did prononce in tablets of stone and pork scratchings that the beauty of ale is not in trying to be ābestā but in offering something unique and different. That the problem with so many of the āmicroā and hipster beer folk is they try too hard to be better, when they should focus on being different. The wonderful beauty of beer is in it variety, not in the competionāā
Half a shandy and sheās got her tats out.
A cheese and salami toastie and a bucket full of Cognac yet again on a Friday night celebrating the life of a dear friend who passed away today. A big Saints fan and a good footballer to boot, played for and mentored Terry Paine at Winchester City back in the '50s.
Had a good innings RIP, John my friend.
Iām fucked on a glass of wine! I knew it, drugged up to the eyeballs as in pain with this ear infection, one glass I said⦠all over the place. My balance was screwed any way, just got up to go to the bog and fell straight down!
ā¦fucking stupid twat of a bike.
So one King goblin down and now contemplating a Saffer Sauvignon Blanc.
shit faced fucking bikeā¦
Amstel. No fucking chance, kids.
**EDIT: ** Although @saintbletch would be fucking hammered if I left an open can in the same room as he.
Had a couple of those bad boys for lunch today - eatingās cheatinā.
Didnāt do much this afternoon so left early and had a couple more.
Thatās me done for the day, have to get up early to be Teenage Mutantās taxiā¦
Well after telling you I was celebrating the life of my mate John Philpott, last Friday evening, today he was laid to rest at St. Markās Church, Ampfield so Iām drinking a toast to him again. It was a nice afternoon with a lot of his relatives and friends to send him off and I spent the rest of the afternoon scanning some of his photographic images, (he was a noted photographer) I had with a view to putting them online for his grandkids who probably arenāt familiar with some of them.
This is a Saints related one⦠the caption underneath explainsā¦itās from the biography āConstant Paineā
On call this week so no gin. Or anything much else, come to that. Restricting myself to a couple of glasses of wine.
Yeah here.
Cunts.
Luckily one was slightly pickled b4 the departure to the traffic jam that was the GnR gig thanks to OSH & Vodka Red bull.
Now stuck with last can at home disaster of Fosters Gold. It was free but is very sweet & nasty.
Gig? Epic
Apparently thereās a rum (whoās his a beer with more alcohol) called kraken.
Cunts.
Shouldnāt this be on the Barry makes no sense thread?
The young woman starting to sleep on my shoulder on the overground is way past slightly pickled. Itās her leaving do. I went to a comedy show and then to meet them. I am pretty sober. She got escorted out by security. She just said she feels a bit sick. Please let us get to Walthamstow without her being sick and then get her in a cab.