I am not...

..... whatever ginge says Alice said I am last Friday. Honest.

You probably had to be there......

I wish I hadn't been.

Especially the bit with the kebab shop after the pub............

Dave

 

I never said anything, Dave.[1]

Given my all-saturday-hangover, so do I. It made for an entertaining
Friday though.

Glad I missed that bit.

I came home, opened a stubby bottle of beer, then promptly fell asleep
in front of it.

[1] What did she say again?

 

I noticed... But you omitted the "so far"...

Indeed, I think the Flower Pot in Derby gets the ukrm thumbs up award for
both decent beer and reasonable barmaids...[2, so as not to confuse with
"Rob"s[3] [1]][5]

That bit wasn't so bad. 5am Saturday was...... And 6am. And 7am. And
just after I got to Blackpool.. Seems the "extra chilli" option was a bad
call.....

Hmmmm That's what K & A did (repeatedly in short bursts) whilst we had to
sit through their recording of Big Brother as we ate said 'babs and drank
the last of the Bitter and Twisted.

I think she compared me to the greatest lover of all time, or something
equally macho and non-embarrassing.

Dave

[2] Although the most fit one lost points for not serving me and trying to
extract the offer of a free drink from an old, fat bearded bloke[4] by
claiming to have "snogged a girl at school once". So I made a point of
offering to buy a drink for the one who did serve me after she *still*
hadn't got that elusive free half....
[3] We kept getting looks when we called him "ginge" in public....
[4] He had a beard, so he wasn't me.
[5] Is there a ukrm list of "Approved" pubs? There should be if there
isn't. No particular rules for nominations[6], but just a decent pub that
is welcoming and you like would be good enough to get it on the ukrm GPG
[6] i.e. it doesn't have to be CAMRA certified, or even sell any bitter at
all, it just has to be worth a visit from a (non)local ukrm-er on the town,
for a reasonably good reason - eg - The Flower Pot, Derby - Good selection
of well kept bitter and a number of eminently shaggable goth/rock-chick-type
20ish yo barmaids. That kind of thing.

 

Old enough to be the barmaids dad?

or not

Beer is the demon of aftershock when you get told what you "siad/did/tried"

Asking the 'bab shop geezer to chuck it all on when pissed is fine at the
time but yer arse burns like **** next morning