So I’d go to the trouble of making up a conversation I had with that specific taxi driver, 2 weeks after the journey despite me taking at least 10 ubers that weekend in Lisbon. To make one of 2 posts on the presidential election ![]()
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#ibelievehim
I just felt that the extremely unusual topic of conversation was the point rather than the existence of the driver or the journey.
I’m not doubting you,
I would’ve thought that a know it all smartarse getting a lovely slap down was the issue ![]()
There’s lads on here who’ve constructed an entire persona, academic record, career, family and bank balance…not to mention physical stature, sexual conquests and betting history.
Anyhow, must get back to renovating the gate lodge. Bye for now
yes, I need it ready for Christmas
It’ll be ready. Solid oak flooring and solid granite counter tops good for you?
dont sweat the kitchen, we can feed them in the banquet hall
Absolute wankers
…and him lying under the hedge smoking sweet aftons
If you never smoked a Sweet Afton you’ve never smoked the greatest cigarette ever made.
I was a Major and Carroll’s man myself. I enjoyed the odd Benson and Hedges as well.
Carroll’s for me, then silk cut. Marlboro lights for a finish
B&H too dry
Jp blue, a cancerous smoke, badly made.
Silk cut, for wimin and childer.
Marlboro…notions
Carrolls were the perfect cigarette
My grandfather always had a packet in his inside pocket. And a packet of Silvermints. Would come over to us on his 135, far enough away from the grandmother to smoke a couple.
I started on Players (my mothers) before progressing to Churchmans in the UK and then a brief flirtation with Major before settling on Aftons about 1975.
40 years service before they pulled the brand and not as much as a scroll or a medal. I said Fuck you to PJ Carroll & Co and quit.
Lads telling you how well you’ll feel and all that additional energy you’ll have are talking absolute bollocks, the waist line is gone up 4 notches…
Balkan sobranie in the inside pocket of the tux. I was that that eejit…