Was it any good? Ended up not going because it was raining a bit and the banter in the pub was too good. Cully arrived in the pub locko at 12.30pm swigging a can of Carlsberg and the barman wouldn’t serve him! The fooking shame! He proceed to compliment a bird on her cracking set of ‘oven mits’, called some big fooker with curly hair ‘Hurley (?) from Lost’ and asked some foreigners if they liked his new stripey blue jumper (he gave them a twirl too).
‘Ooooiiii, look at the bird with the oven mits, she’s got the same belt as me!’ (a gay little blue one to match his stripey blue jumper).
You lazy fooks. The fooking 3 of you, not surprised though. Only made it there half way through the Future heads and for all of Snow Patrol. Good enough, great start weakish in the middle and a rousing finish. Fook all rain and firm under foot. Only played for 70 mins.
Que for beer was as long as sam’s charge sheet, so consumption was severely curtailed.
Set upon by a munter in the middle of “Chocolate”.
Nice one sam, same munter proceeded to block tackle my real escort for the evening. Not surprisingly gf was none too impressed with said munter on either count. The block tackle or the bump n grind with her bf.
Reckon the munter would’ve been a bit old (mid 20s) and dare I say slim for you. However she was drunk enough to suggest that her vision was impaired and therefore maybe, just maybe you might have pulled her. More than likely all you’d have pulled was yourself though.
apparently cully’s blue tuna melt matched the blue in his car bumper, nice to see some colour co-ordination, oftentimes these days not enough thought is put into one’s dress
