Pop into the Water Poet afterwards - a proper pubOriginally Posted by Sir C
Pop into the Water Poet afterwards - a proper pub
Will they do me a Dry Martini (gin, olive) and a decent bottle of claret, la?
I would hope so. Of course, you could man the **** up and have a pint
A pint of dry martini, that would seperate the men from the boys. Also the live from the dead.
I used to drink there. Well, when we weren't in one of the five pubs on the high street at the time where young ladies gyrated round a pole.
You didn't look at them gyrating, did you? I wouldn't like to accuse you of being a sexual predator.
It was art, mate. No different to watching someone singing or playing a musical instrument.
Yes, but not that many people play pocket billiards at a gig
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
I think perhaps some of the blokes were when we played at The Bell in Kings Cross back when it was a gay pub. (And when it was called The Bell. And when it was a pub, even.) They seemed to take quite a shine to us.
Also, pocket billiards is what the actual billiards was called when pockets were added to the table, and variants of the game became pool and so on.
I suppose the títtybars have all gone now, have they? There used to be a petrol station opposite one where I bought a quaretr of grass off a helpful chap hanging around by the pumps one night.
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