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We've got out quarterly Construction Managers retirees get together tomorrow at 12 o'clock at Weatherspoons, Newbury. It'll go something like the last get together 3 Months ago/ 6 Months ago/ 9 Months ago. We'll grab a table for eight order our food and drinks and then Moan at each for the next 2-3 hours, we'll moan about the Government, cost of living, getting taxed on our pensions, going deaf, late trains, the queue's at the tills in Aldis, road closures, cost of the TV licence et cetera, et cetera.
Then someone will say 'what was the name of that big fat groundworker from Swindon, was It Bob'? Then someone will say 'no It weren't Bob' Then someone will say 'I remember him but I can't remember his name, I'm hopeless at remembering names' Then I'll say 'yea, I'm hopeless at remembering names too' At about this time the waitress will come along and ask If we need to order anymore drinks and eight voices will reply In unison 'no'. It's about now I look around the table and wonder who'll be the first of us to drop dead. Then someone will say 'my lawnmowers f ucked' Then someone will say 'you said that three Months ago' At about this point one of the lads will fall asleep dribbling. Ten minutes later someone say's 'I gotta go, I have to buy a tin of Gardenia matt emulsion' And we all say the same thing, 'Yea I gotta go too' Then we all say 'see Ya' and piss off in different directions. I'll go roaring up the A34 In my Mitsubishi Eclipse Cross with George Thorogood & The Destroyers blaring out 'Bad To The Bone' whilst wondering if this is as good as It gets.
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
We've got out quarterly Construction Managers retirees get together tomorrow at 12 o'clock at Weatherspoons, Newbury. It'll go something like the last get together 3 Months ago/ 6 Months ago/ 9 Months ago. We'll grab a table for eight order our food and drinks and then Moan at each for the next 2-3 hours, we'll moan about the Government, cost of living, getting taxed on our pensions, going deaf, late trains, the queue's at the tills in Aldis, road closures, cost of the TV licence et cetera, et cetera.
Then someone will say 'what was the name of that big fat groundworker from Swindon, was It Bob'? Then someone will say 'no It weren't Bob' Then someone will say 'I remember him but I can't remember his name, I'm hopeless at remembering names' Then I'll say 'yea, I'm hopeless at remembering names too' At about this time the waitress will come along and ask If we need to order anymore drinks and eight voices will reply In unison 'no'. It's about now I look around the table and wonder who'll be the first of us to drop dead. Then someone will say 'my lawnmowers f ucked' Then someone will say 'you said that three Months ago' At about this point one of the lads will fall asleep dribbling. Ten minutes later someone say's 'I gotta go, I have to buy a tin of Gardenia matt emulsion' And we all say the same thing, 'Yea I gotta go too' Then we all say 'see Ya' and piss off in different directions. I'll go roaring up the A34 In my Mitsubishi Eclipse Cross with George Thorogood & The Destroyers blaring out 'Bad To The Bone' whilst wondering if this is as good as It gets.
I've never really forgiven Fuller's for closing the Mawson Arms, selling the London Apprentice and ceasing production of Chiswick Bitter. However, I shall start on Hophead, then Pride and on to ESB today. Happy birthday Fuller's !
I've never really forgiven Fuller's for closing the Mawson Arms, selling the London Apprentice and ceasing production of Chiswick Bitter. However, I shall start on Hophead, then Pride and on to ESB today. Happy birthday Fuller's !
I hope your ESB is better than the pint I had on Sunday. They rebranded it not long ago and I think they changed the recipe as it doesn’t look or taste anything like it used to. It was always a bit hit and miss in my experience but I can’t get on with it at all now. HSB is my favourite Fullers draft beer probably followed by Pride.
On a side note I’m trying to lay off the beer at the moment as I’ve been overdoing it a bit. So thanks everyone this converstion is really helping
We've got out quarterly Construction Managers retirees get together tomorrow at 12 o'clock at Weatherspoons, Newbury. It'll go something like the last get together 3 Months ago/ 6 Months ago/ 9 Months ago. We'll grab a table for eight order our food and drinks and then Moan at each for the next 2-3 hours, we'll moan about the Government, cost of living, getting taxed on our pensions, going deaf, late trains, the queue's at the tills in Aldis, road closures, cost of the TV licence et cetera, et cetera.
Then someone will say 'what was the name of that big fat groundworker from Swindon, was It Bob'? Then someone will say 'no It weren't Bob' Then someone will say 'I remember him but I can't remember his name, I'm hopeless at remembering names' Then I'll say 'yea, I'm hopeless at remembering names too' At about this time the waitress will come along and ask If we need to order anymore drinks and eight voices will reply In unison 'no'. It's about now I look around the table and wonder who'll be the first of us to drop dead. Then someone will say 'my lawnmowers f ucked' Then someone will say 'you said that three Months ago' At about this point one of the lads will fall asleep dribbling. Ten minutes later someone say's 'I gotta go, I have to buy a tin of Gardenia matt emulsion' And we all say the same thing, 'Yea I gotta go too' Then we all say 'see Ya' and piss off in different directions. I'll go roaring up the A34 In my Mitsubishi Eclipse Cross with George Thorogood & The Destroyers blaring out 'Bad To The Bone' whilst wondering if this is as good as It gets.
Having visited my old mum in her care home yesterday, I can very much affirm that is indeed as good as it gets. Enjoy everything you can while you still can.
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