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.
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.
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.