Wench #2 decided he was a definite serial killer which was a little disconcerting as he kept trying to hold my hand and I left with his phone number.
Between heaven and hell, I’m off to the Chapel for a good rant
I’m sure our souls will need saving at some point during the evening.
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keeping?
I’d like to feel the same about us Green Duck. The beginning of a long-lasting relationship between wench and brewery. Only this time there’s no need for a hand up the bum or a sad song.
Back for a bit of Bumble Hole
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?
Black (Country) Friday: post election pints
Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.
