The Ritz
Many, many great Monday nights were had here in Manchester, in the early nineties, with it's sprung dancefloor, balcony and quality music. Only a pound in and then only a pound for bitter/lager/cider - although it didn't really matter what you bought, it all looked and tasted the same, as if it had been pumped directly from the canal out the back.

Anyways - one particular Monday night I'd pulled what I thought was an attractive girl...
I was slightly worse for wear, but I assumed my eyesight was still up to scratch.
I still remember saying to my friends "Well it's about time I pulled a decent lady"

Feeling slightly smug I arranged to meet her the following Friday, on a night with pretty much all my friends.

So, Friday arrives and we're all in the pub and in walks my Monday night vision.

A vision of loveliness indeed - with a moustache to rival Lord Kitchener.

Bah.
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 17:11, 3 replies)

Have a click
for the Ritz - a lovely place if ever there was one.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 17:19, closed)

And another
Lomg time ago now, but that sprung floor will live with me forever
( Ghoti Fingers, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 20:06, closed)

Click
It's just a shame it isn't quite so cheap anymore.
(annhialus hasn't had an accident since, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 19:53, closed)