Northampton, 1987.
I had never heard of the thing and naturally suspected a joke on my behalf. I think I may have whispered it to the barman.
An act on itself which could have ended in tears.
did you think it was some sort of Long Weight/Tartan Paint sort of banter?
Trust me if I were it would be very different.
Yes there would be many people in the streets of Dublin with gunshot wounds on a daily basis, but I would be helping them and society.
The snakebite was to get you allegedly more pissed on the cheap, and the blackcurrent was to take the taste away.
It's quite amazing really. 4 years ago I was going to Vegas with my peculiar
t-shirts to go watch UFC whilst 'allegedly' posting on here as FASH.
Lager top ffs.
They were all male as well. I was disgusted and briefly thought of returning to Ireland and the drudgery of unemployment.
Next day I got the National Express down to London where the streets were indeed paved with gold.
An ex-dear friend I would suggest.
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