Fu.king right it is mate. The Cheshire Cheese in Latchford. I kid you not. It's like shameless in there. It does get out of hand now and again, but she's managed to ban most of the real maniacs now
I opted for this option. Still hanging now too! Beer count: unknown, est. about 12+ pints plus three jaggerbombs (spelling) and a few shots of some description
It was rough yesterday but luckily I had my work caught up so I wasn't too worried and all our meetings are usually on a Tues or Wed. Played some fools in FIFA late late that night, and drunk FIFA is the best
I can't do sambuca. Years ago a mate who's a blue tried to be nice to me after a derby game by offering me slippery nipples. I thought it was some sort of infection but it was apparently a drink. I'd already had about nine or ten pints and after a couple more chased down by half a dozen of said "drink" I was sick as a dog. Never gone near it since. I was at a party on Saturday night. Drank copious amounts of red wine and got to bed at six in the morning. Woke up at half twelve with a throat like a camel's crutch, wandered around like a zombie for a bit then made my way to the pub at about three for the game. Was still in the pub at chucking out time. I'd eaten two slices of toast and a bag of crisps in about thirty hours. Drink count indeterminate ( there were a few whiskies in there as well) hence my inability to articulate meaningfully until this morning.
Dancing on a pool table with a bottle of champage and kissing completely strangers (male and female) is about all I can remember from those celebrations...
CL Final - I remember falling out of the pub to hear a car beeping it horn and wheels screeching - I looked and it was a police car with two busies celebrating like crazy
yep dry grass is the key..........i just gave life 2some babies,im gonna love em for the full 12 weeks,and enjoy em afterwards with all the respect that they be due
