Yep. I think you can get yourself a bowl of cornflakes for a tenner if you really want to enjoy the high life.
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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.
Sir C "They told me they would give us complimentary champagne at the end. Fearful of being forced to drink some appalling Italian fizzy wine, I pleaded teatotallry."
Goes against the historical grain that does
Champagne back then ?
They ought to blend in with the authenticity by having a maid boil up an iron kettle and serve tea
Burney " I have seen you swill rough cider from a plastic carton. I have seen you lick discharge from a dead pig’s nose. This limp aesthete bit will simply not wash."
Good lord :-(
The REAL Sir C sounds almost as rough and ready as Barry Bueno (our one, not the nonce one)