luka
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I hate pubs.
You were very happy with your two best mates in the Barry Wetherspoons.
I hate pubs.
You were very happy with your two best mates in the Barry Wetherspoons.
Vauxhall Griffin sells Monster Munch. I am always impressed by this. Pubs that only sell McCoys are to be avoided. That's one of the reasons I ditched the Morpeth.
Imma buy you a pint some day luka
in town everyone sits outside now (thanks to the coronavirus). apart from the weather, the surroundings and the people, it's extremely continental
A shame cos pubs are literally the only thing the UK does better than the continent.in town everyone sits outside now (thanks to the coronavirus). apart from the weather, the surroundings and the people, it's extremely continental
That pub stench of fetid air, quest ales and McCoys crisps makes me feel sick and depressed. Cigarette smoke used to disguise it, but now it's overwhelming, like inhaling a Beckett novel.
@IdleRich That’s what my living room carpet resembled coming down off mushrooms, a spiral vortex descending into another field of reality.
Do you ever go out (drinking or otherwise) in the capital? Last time I was there an uncle hauled me round The Borough (no Soul Crew thank fuck), The Cayo Arms (think this has been renamed), Flute an Tankard and a couple of old haunts opposite the castle. Designated driver exploitation at your service. Down to Caroline St for chips and cheese, one or two street fights to spectate.
Mad how much the top of Bute St has changed winding up to the Hays. Came home loaded with sea bass and goodies from the market. You can’t get good fish and chips in Nottingham for love nor money.
@IdleRich That’s what my living room carpet resembled coming down off mushrooms, a spiral vortex descending into another field of reality.
Do you ever go out (drinking or otherwise) in the capital? Last time I was there an uncle hauled me round The Borough (no Soul Crew thank fuck), The Cayo Arms (think this has been renamed), Flute an Tankard and a couple of old haunts opposite the castle. Designated driver exploitation at your service. Down to Caroline St for chips and cheese, one or two street fights to spectate.
Mad how much the top of Bute St has changed winding up to the Hays. Came home loaded with sea bass and goodies from the market. You can’t get good fish and chips in Nottingham for love nor money.
Butter. Weather reports. Hunting rituals.