Dangerous Dorset Daz and his wreckin crew.

Daz the destroyer. He snaps people in two.
Dangerous Dorset Daz and his wreckin crew.

@Hoddle Is A God you ever seen the lad in a brawl bro?
Yep used to drink there regularlyproper cloudy scrumpy. The pub used to flood pretty much every year as (you’ll know) it sits right on the bank of the Severn. They used to stay open though and punt customers across the car park into the pub.
Been in there drinking scrumpy in shin deep water before, with all the farmers propping up the bar in their waders. Proper old English pub. Wonderful place.
I used to work as a chef in a restaurant called heroes down on friar st, which was in an old Tudor building. There was a blocked off tunnel in the basement that used to lead to the cathedral.
Apparently in Cromwell’s time it was used as an escape route for the royalists
used to go in there all th time. My mate was also a chef there.Bit of both. Usually go on the piss / food at a restaurant in Ombersley. Great restaurant called the Venture inn. Highly recommend.
What ****ing year? We may have met.used to go in there all th time. My mate was also a chef there.

Worked there from around 96-98. Used to work for a Moroccan boss called Khatem. Known as Tim. Massive coke fiend![]()
****ing hell my mate was a chef there then too much think about 97. Used to make the best cheesey nachos back then.
Got served my first pint in heroes aged 14.


Not sure how I’ve missed this thread.
Dorset sounds like a scary place, I think I’ll stay away.
@Hoddle Is A God you ever seen the lad in a brawl bro?
I've been in one with him, Tel.
What are you trying to prove? That you're tougher than Daz?
Surely nothing is tougher than DAZ with it's deep cleaning action in one wash!You must log in or register to see images
I've been in one with him, Tel.
What are you trying to prove? That you're tougher than Daz?
What are you trying to prove? That you're tougher than Daz?
So who's getting drunk tonight then?
**** that, had too many last night.
Impromptu farewell drink with our sub contractors, Irish reinforced concrete boys, who'd got rid of a load of scrap.
Didn't spend a penny, had too many lagers, a few Jamesons, and smoked about ten ****ing B&H.
Might nurse down a couple of tins of Moretti later, packing to go in holiday tomorrow and can't really be arsed to do it.