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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Roger Kettle on May 31, 2008, 07:55:43 PM
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At 5.15 tonight, I went for a couple of beers with some friends. At 6.05, we all went home because the jukebox was too loud and we couldn't hear ourselves talk.
Oh, dear God.
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Only two pints in forty minutes you are slipping.
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At 5.15 tonight, I went for a couple of beers with some friends. At 6.05, we all went home because the jukebox was too loud and we couldn't hear ourselves talk.
Oh, dear God.
Are you wearing a beige cardigan, by any chance?
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Only two pints in forty minutes you are slipping.
Roger was buying, so it was a couple of pints between all of them.
The recipients were only thankful he has such few friends.
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No cardigan tonight, Vulch---it's far too warm for that. This is tank-top weather.
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Next it will be the open toed sandals with white socks!
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I was about to ask if you'd gone all Aussie, Roger, but you'd be wearing thongs (flipflops, as in footwear) if that was the case.
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Oh and god forbid a fake tan!
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I was an old fogey in my 20s!.
Even though I was in a rock and roll band then, I hated noise (still do) and would have done the same as Roger if I had been faced with a noisy juke box.
A pub should be a haven of tranquility, just chatter interspersed with the sound of a barmaid fluttering her eyelashes.
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I was an old fogey in my 20s!.
Even though I was in a rock and roll band then, I hated noise (still do) and would have done the same as Roger if I had been faced with a noisy juke box.
A pub should be a haven of tranquility, just chatter interspersed with the sound of a barmaid fluttering her eyelashes.
Loud pubs are for those who need the emptiness in their heads filled with something.
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I was an old fogey in my 20s!.
Even though I was in a rock and roll band then, I hated noise (still do) and would have done the same as Roger if I had been faced with a noisy juke box.
A pub should be a haven of tranquility, just chatter interspersed with the sound of a barmaid fluttering her eyelashes.
Loud pubs are for those who need the emptiness in their heads filled with something.
That's why you're always there...