Off Topic Compare the cheese to no 10 thread

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On Friday, I got back from Manchester at about 9.15 pm. Thankfully, the post-Walking Day crowds had subsided pretty much. I got a pint and went outside to sit with a couple of blokes I know. About 5 minutes later, Rachael came and sat at the table next to us with another woman. She was also pretty horny, but extremely dippy in a bad way. The two blokes went, her friend ****ed off and Rachael came to sit at my table. We had a pretty detailed chat, including discussing her daughter, who was recently headbutted by her boyfriend. She will have revenge. I said that perhaps she shouldn't be telling me personal stuff like this as she's only just met me. She said she hates about 95% of the population, she's a good judge of character, and knew she could trust me. She then had to go and she kissed me on the cheek.

The following night, the unit was out and I was running out of cans, so I decided to go for a pint before getting some cans at the garage. I walked in and ordered a pint and then I spotted her at the bar with a much younger woman who was also fit. She smiled and waved. I went out and sat at a bench on my own. 5 minutes later, she came over and asked if I minded them sitting with me. Turns out the other woman was her daughter. She'd wanted to introduce her to me. I obviously didn't mention the headbutt. As we were chatting, Rachael asked me why people called me C... I said it was an abbreviation of my surname and when I told them, her daughter exclaimed "You're not Emily's Dad?". I said that indeed I was. Turns out she'd gone to primary and high school with her and thought she was absolutely lovely. You couldn't write this ****ing stuff. We chatted a while longer and then the two of them went for a dance (disco on Friday and Saturday). A mate had joined me by this stage and bought me my fourth pint. About 10 minutes later, Rachael came out and said "I'm going now. The next time I see you here, let's arrange to go for a pint somewhere else". She then put her face down to kiss me. I was expecting cheek again, but it was full on the lips WITH TONGUE. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. She's a ****ing dinner lady who hates kids. There were no dinner ladies who looked like her when I was at school <laugh>

so no finger then...

dissappointing.
 
On Friday, I got back from Manchester at about 9.15 pm. Thankfully, the post-Walking Day crowds had subsided pretty much. I got a pint and went outside to sit with a couple of blokes I know. About 5 minutes later, Rachael came and sat at the table next to us with another woman. She was also pretty horny, but extremely dippy in a bad way. The two blokes went, her friend ****ed off and Rachael came to sit at my table. We had a pretty detailed chat, including discussing her daughter, who was recently headbutted by her boyfriend. She will have revenge. I said that perhaps she shouldn't be telling me personal stuff like this as she's only just met me. She said she hates about 95% of the population, she's a good judge of character, and knew she could trust me. She then had to go and she kissed me on the cheek.

The following night, the unit was out and I was running out of cans, so I decided to go for a pint before getting some cans at the garage. I walked in and ordered a pint and then I spotted her at the bar with a much younger woman who was also fit. She smiled and waved. I went out and sat at a bench on my own. 5 minutes later, she came over and asked if I minded them sitting with me. Turns out the other woman was her daughter. She'd wanted to introduce her to me. I obviously didn't mention the headbutt. As we were chatting, Rachael asked me why people called me C... I said it was an abbreviation of my surname and when I told them, her daughter exclaimed "You're not Emily's Dad?". I said that indeed I was. Turns out she'd gone to primary and high school with her and thought she was absolutely lovely. You couldn't write this ****ing stuff. We chatted a while longer and then the two of them went for a dance (disco on Friday and Saturday). A mate had joined me by this stage and bought me my fourth pint. About 10 minutes later, Rachael came out and said "I'm going now. The next time I see you here, let's arrange to go for a pint somewhere else". She then put her face down to kiss me. I was expecting cheek again, but it was full on the lips WITH TONGUE. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. She's a ****ing dinner lady who hates kids. There were no dinner ladies who looked like her when I was at school <laugh>

Oh, the irony <laugh>
 
Have you drunk any of her piss yet? Its a fair question, we know what you're like <whistle>

He drinks Carling, how would he know the difference.

Where as I enjoyed 21 different beers on Saturday, half of each, on my annual meet up with mates from Liverpool day out in Shrewsbury. Watched most of the France game on a TV in the Nag's Head beer garden. Cracker pub, see photos below

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They had the big TV on the timber frame. Needless to say the building is Grade II listed, the timber section in the beer garden is 14th century, best of all they do not sell Carling