****in scrumpy tastes like (i should imagine) the contents of a colostomy bag. And yer right ST, come near me with that cock o yours and it will be crippled, but not how youse think.
They were selling that Cripple Cock Scrumpy in the pub I was in last night. There was a country band on "Rattle Shack", sort of Dukes of Hazard type music, they were pretty good. The barmaid was stunning: blonde, great figure, little top exposing most of her jugs and midriff, tiny denim hotpants and cowboy boots. Yeeehaw!
There's **** all wrong with metal detecting , the fresh air, the chance to find summat old and interesting. Yer obviously not old enough to appreciate the finer side of life yet.
