In fairness, he said the last bus back to civilisation is ten past nine. The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
Thank you for pulling me up but I was promoting the delights of Hornsea over the likes of Lisbon, Porto, Vietnam and Raffles in Singapore ( we've all been there, obviously) as a destination. The irony may have avoided you.
I got the 'trots' in Lisbon and had to dive into a back street bar pronto, it was narrower than Sandringham and half the length. I just made it to the toilet, but the cubicle 'door' wouldn't have been out of place in the entrance to a wild west saloon, cue noisy explosive evacuation and an eventual no eye contact exit. The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
At least when a similar thing happened to me in Pearson's on Prinny Ave,I had the good grace and dignity to run in,dump my overnight bag on the bar,order a pint...Then empty my bowel
If I'd ordered a pint I'd have dumped something else. The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
Sorry,yes I got itI'll get back to you later on in the week as I might bugger off to Drimsynie with a bag of golf Clubs for a couple of days(lad's up there in a caravan and I can kip there,get p!ssed and play the 9 hole course).
