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.
I’m sure our souls will need saving at some point during the evening.
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.
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?
Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.