SERIOUSLY, I have never felt so uncomfortable in a pub as in that one in Clapton
In which all the men looked like the angry bastard offspring of Ross Kemp and a pork pie, and all the women were confined to an alcove in the corner to sip their G&Ts (or blue WKDs for the kids)
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:24, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Clapton is God.


Sorry, let me try that again.

Clapton is God-awful.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:26, Reply)

slowhand claps

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:28, Reply)

Cream of the crop.

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:33, Reply)

That kind of punning really Grinds my (disraeli) Gears

(Bazongaloid, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:34, Reply)

I'm surprised you weren't chatted up.

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:26, Reply)

I don't think I was sufficiently orange for their liking

(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:33, Reply)

My hands are looking suspiciously yellow.
Did you exchange livers with me?
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:33, Reply)

I can assure you my liver is in perfect working order
I probably should have put yours back where it came from though...
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 11 May 2011, 16:36, Reply)