Iāve started to think that @saintbletch 's false advertising is in fact false advertising, designed to throw ms bletch off the scent. When I think back to one of Sotoniansā most popular early threads, I canāt help thinking that Brewdogging is just code for dogging, and that the two terms are interchangeable, leaving ms bletch in the unfortunate position of cheerfully saying:-
āGoing ādogginā again, dear? Well donāt drink too muchā
Weād already met up beforehand. Your then fella didnāt like Stu, so you two ended up doing the offs.
We saw you again in Kaos. Stu went up to him, smiled sweetly, called him a dickhead, and then your mush kicked off. Bouncers clocked him going for Stu and ejected him. You werenāt actually thrown out but exercised present boyfriend loyalty.
1996-97. Tāwas the year we lived in Bitterne Park.
Havenāt thrown up in ages, but remedied that on Saturday night - horrible Frontier beer / red wine mix that played havoc with my guts and got me into a bit of trouble after laying on Friday nights consumption, which obviously hadnāt fully worked through.
Started drinking at Auntie Lenās funeral at half ten this morning.
She survived TB via Great Ormond Street and the charmingly named ācripples homeā in Alton. Hitlerās bombs couldnāt stop her nor being widowed in 1983. New hip 7 years ago barely caused a ripple. Half a Guinness a night kept her going.