I do appreciate he's not actually the manager anymore but still :-\
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I do appreciate he's not actually the manager anymore but still :-\
I reckon that's what's wrong with da yoof of today.
If they could just bosh Es and randomly hug the stranger next to them as they come up on a rush, they wouldn't be so fecking stressed out and prissy.
{Or be 60's hippies on LSD, or '70k punks on glue, whizz or smack. Anything. Just get a soddin' culture and experience your fellow flesh and blood instead of a phone screen.}
I know. When I was doing my MA in Canterbury about 6/7 years ago, I met one guy {a mature student from a different history MA} I'd drink with all afternoon after my tutorial cos he was living back on campus.
One evening, there was a group of lads, chanting songs with one forced to drink booze from a shoe.
We asked the barman and he said it was the hockey team having their induction or whatever.
Thing is, they started at 7pm and ended at 9 on the dot. "That was our two hours of fun for the week and we aren't allowed one second more."
My halls of residence bar in my first year {of first degree} was rammed at closing time. But it was, in '89-'90, 79p a pint - supposedly cheapest in London. The uni bar itself {The Three Tuns} was 4p a pint more.
I can't do it anymore. In the old days, I could drink Spesh for breakfast or have a drink with lunch. But now, once I start drinking, if I stop I get drowsy and fall asleep. So for the last X years, I don't drink until pm cos I then have to keep drinking until I sleep.