Quiet night, last night. Rob the ****ing builder and Dave who grassed me up were in there, but there wasn't a lot of chat going on.
Surly silence all around then? Did you not ask Dave who his favourite member of Supergrass was? Or ask Dave who his favourite insurance salesman was?
builder rob is a dick.. if he'd f'n been a decent sort he'd have told you what was what about the lass with the eating disorder and you'd have been able to sort it. obviously a knuckle dragger so grassy dave can sit with the boring builder and talk about vapour barriers and insulation all he wants IMO.
If it's such a ****hole with such an array of alarmingly unpleasant characters, why even go in there?
it seems the other place is dull as dish water where there's food and sports tv... so i dunno.. he likes it i reckon.
Sometimes it's nice to go, as the Cheers song says, where everybody knows your name . . . it also helps if the majority of patrons respond to: 'Oi, ****!'
Right on both counts. However, Dave euphemistically refers to himself as a heating engineer, so they talk about cooking, not building Thanks for your support, unlike some other nasty ****s on here
1. It's the only alehouse in walking distance. 2. It can be really good fun - genuinely. 3. I get lots of dodgy deals in there 4. Denice has ****ing gorgeous tits.
please log in to view this image Perhaps... not my cup of tea though! What is that in front of her there- is it a black lab with it's mouth open biting her?
I love Rotties! OK- my estimation of her has gone up! On my way home every day I always drive past this old black man walking this old fat Rottweiler... They make quite an interesting picture together- I always smile because the dog always has some large piece of rubbish in his mouth... A jumbo sized drink cup from a fast food restaurant or convenience store crushed in it's mouth- or an old newspaper... always different and always rubbish (not a stick). I wondered if the man gave the rubbish to the dog to carry- or the dog just picks them up... until I saw it happen one day... the dog was not carrying anything for once- and then it spotted a soda bottle on the ground... that old thing came to life and almost caused the old man to topple over in it's pursuit of the trash. I could see in my rearview as I passed that the dogs tail was wagging furiously as it carried it's new trophy. It'll be a sad day when I stop seeing either member of that duo walking on my way home.
I'm currently looking at a car based in Warrington. Might just pop in if I go down to inspect/buy it.
