13 Jul 2009

Why I'm Proud of Pubs

Having spent five hours in the garden molesting hedges and dodging fox shit, I was ready for a beer, so...

I went to the pub (Royal Oak, Ockbrook)
and had a great pint of cask beer (Brewdog Zeitgeist)
and a Stilton cob (brown bread, natch)
and bantered with the landlord over prices
and hummed along to a cheesy song on the radio
and deconstructed England's cricket tactics with a fellow toper
and thought, sod the lawnmowing, I'll have another pint
and drank more Brewdog whilst reading the paper
and finished off the Suduko
and almost finished the crossword
and stopped for another pint
and had twenty minutes of sitting and thinking and drinking
and then got a bus home before the rain came

And that's why I'm Proud of Pubs

1 comments:

Mark said...

just perfect.

16 July 2009 21:43  

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