I drank Budweiser on a few occasions during the 90s and noticed that after two bottles I would be afflicted with a headache. I can only assume that this was my brain rebelling against the ghastly stuff.
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I used to drink in a pub that had one flourescent strip light in the bar, formica topped tables and a lino floor.
Entertainment was a dart board and a fruit machine and the clientele were borderline psychotic.
Still, they used to turn a blind eye to the recreational use of other stuff as long as you were buying beer.
It's been flattened now and in its place is a German discounter supermarket.
The sign above this door, as you entered, used to read "You are now leaving the EU."
http://www.kingwilliamhailey.co.uk/i...?crc=195323650
This is my walk to the place, looked at from the other direction. Treacherous, in a way, as the local ghillie had individual ideas about young ruffians tramping for miles over his grounds. Not treacherous at all, in another way, as the old Captain was surely the worst shot ever to serve HMTQ. Although a man who cannot even shoot pheasant really has no business carrying a shotgun in the first place. Embarrassing.