A few years ago -
A few years ago the area I lived in was having some major issues with power supply, (and we're not talking about the Kongo - but middle England commuter former market town type place). Any who, the electricity was failing about 3 times a week sometimes for an hour other times for the whole day. We never got an explanation, but touch wood it hasn't happened since.

So to get on with the story, it was about 8pm, bang, power out - battery backed up house alarms are screeching, my bike torch is significantly less entertaining than Bushy Babes 6 so a trip to the pub was called for.

A spooky old pub with flag stones purportedly former grave stones, and lit by candle tea lights.

I didn't mind the fact the beer was slightly warm, but I did get totally shitted up when the gaffer of the pub came up behind me in a bloody black sheet and axe shouting boo...

Arse batter was strong that night, but if I'd had 3 more warm speckled hens then I don't think the flags would have remained quite so clean.

Length, well - we've given up with that haven't we?
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 16:24, Reply)