Luxury!
I remember when I were a lad, going down t'local meant letting the landlord take a shite into your mouth and giving him a crank o' yer old feller to make your balls spin round, and if you came up with two brown stars to match your arsehole, THEN you got a pint of stingo.

Wednesday lunchtime it were open mic, and anyone with the lungs on him to make himself heard when mashed between Five Fingers Flo's funbags got a free bet on the first afternoon race down at Whippet Real Good.

If you'd started talking to me about gastropubs back then, I would have said I hoped you were on antibiotics.

Course, it's changed a lot since then, has Islington.
( .Yeti., Wed 12 Feb 2014, 13:16, 4 replies)

I liked Islington before it was shit.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 13:45, closed)

What are you, some kind of hipster?

( .Yeti., Wed 12 Feb 2014, 14:46, closed)

I hated hipsters before they were hipsters.

(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 15:20, closed)

Splendid.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 14:01, closed)