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James Blast wrote:nae groats, don't get paid til tuesday, so looks like the 15th fer me
Same here. I've got too much stuff to do this weekend, (mainly job applications) and Aaron will be busy preparing lesson plans for his placement. That finishes next week so we'll both be able to make it on 15th or 22nd. 15th would be first choice though.
McPhabbs wrote:The refereshingly unselfconscious mien of the bartenders (i.e. they are not up themselves) and a louche music vibe means this is a pub which wears a smile on its face and its hat at a jaunty angle.
oo-er!
Sounds fine to me Andrew, I'm not too fussed where we go as long as it's not too much of an 'ardcore Old Man pub...
Which reminds me, has the Griffin/Griffinette/Griffinarama sunk yet?
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
come over to my bit for a change (shuttit Big Yin!) and let's try Clockwork
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
My own personal feelings aside (sorry James) i've been to Clockwork and wasnae impressed.
If it came to walking into the Louden Tavern with my Celtic top on, or drinking Sarf of the River, then you can forward on any correspondence FAO the A&E Ward at The Royal Infirmary
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Pencil me in folks, though I don't know if I can make it yet (whereabouts are you all thinking?).
Not had much time to browse heartland much in the last few months due to combinations of parents in law, crashed cars, insurance companies and trying to redecorate the house! Aiiee.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Have a guid wan, lads 'n lasses!!
