Delayed update from last weekend (not the one just gone). On the Saturday afternoon,Jimmy the ****house explained he was going to the farm on Sunday morning to get spuds and eggs. I asked him to get me half a dozen, which duly arrived on Sunday morning. I ended up forgetting them when I went home. Got in there on Monday evening after work and the barmaid passed me the bag saying Denice has asked her to give them to me. I was chatting away with a couple of people when Bakky Dave came in. He asked me what was in the bag and when I told him, he asked if they were alright. I got the box out and opened it. The lid was loose. Two of the shells were cracked. Denice had hard boiled all ****ing 6. She got a right ****ing gob full through the ceiling. Everyone thinks it's very funny. Vermin infestation update to follow #classic
Vermin update. I got in there last Monday after work and the place stank. We all agreed it was a dead rat and the smell was emanating from the glass-washing machine. Finally Keith came in, who was the only one prepared to investigate (and get paid in beer by Denice). Sure enough, he pulled a dead one out. He said he could see its stomach moving with maggots On Thursday morning, not long before I got in there, Denice had opened the back door and was in the cellar doing something, when a rat appeared. She got onto a barrel and stood on it screaming until the first punter od the day arrived. The rat then died. Seven have been removed in total so far. Just as well as none of the barmaids were prepared to go in the cellar #classic
Erm...................................NO Mind you, it's the Eddie Austin memorial dominoes pairs knock-out next Sunday. She's doing roast beef, roasties and yorkshire puds
I always thought it was based on a average. One house could have hundreds nearby meaning hundreds of houses have none
