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Started by Shoulders?-Stomach!, August 17, 2021, 10:18:59 PM
Quote from: FerriswheelBueller on August 17, 2021, 10:48:22 PMThere are some lovely battle cruisers in Edinburgh shoulders, you should have a trip over the border. Largely through "community/local" cosy variety, but certainly worth a trip.
Quote from: FerriswheelBueller on August 17, 2021, 11:02:18 PMthe fucker opposite the Earl of Marchmont
Quote from: Tony Tony Tony on August 17, 2021, 11:43:07 PMThen the night when local nutcase Hallie ate half a dozen pickled eggs on the bounce, from a huge jar behind the bar that was probably pre-war, thus earning him the inevitable nickname eggy.
Quote from: FerriswheelBueller on August 17, 2021, 11:02:18 PMthe fucker opposite the Earl of Marchmont that I forget the name of but is a lovely boozer and may have since closed.
Quote from: dr beat on August 18, 2021, 12:18:39 AMThe Argyle? Still very much there although the Earl sadly hasn't reopened since March 2020.
Quote from: Tony Tony Tony on August 17, 2021, 11:43:07 PMThe finest pub I ever knew was the pub of my youth. It was called the King William and was known as the King Billy or to my dear departed dad simply the Billy. It's where me and him bought each other a first "official" legal pint even though I had been going in there for eighteen months at least.
Quote from: Lisa Jesusandmarychain on August 18, 2021, 08:11:00 AMYou and your dad were both 18 years old at the time? ( As in you bought him a pint, and he bought you one on the same occasion.)
Quote from: Lisa Jesusandmarychain on August 18, 2021, 09:17:27 AM....but....but...If you were just 18 months *older* (?) than your dad, that means he was 17 while you were 18...
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Quote from: Tony Tony Tony on August 18, 2021, 09:26:14 AMAnd to keep it on topic, this will be whilst you are in your favourite Moscow drinking den.
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