It was my eldest daughter's birthday yesterday. He mother took her to a frog restaurant in Stockton Heath to kick off proceedings. She then moved on to meet me at the Cheese. I'd got there at 7.45 pm. It was the first time i'd seen Denice in almost a month. She pulled me a pint and refused payment. That continued for the rest of the night. My daughter arrived at 9 pm. One of my mates bought her a white wine and then over came Denice with a case of white wine and two brand new boxed glasses. It might be a ****hole, but that's salt of the earth behaviour. We even got a blast of the tits thrown in
Is that all you can manage. How may pubs do you frequent where the tenant makes a gesture like that, you mean-spirited Southern fruit