Everything changes. I hate change. I mean, it was shíte after the Poles took over, but still.
Used to get in there for 12 on a matchday. A Bloody Mary for the hangover, a bottle of Montepulciano and a pizza and in the Woodbine for 1. Good timez.
I can remember at least one or two occasions pretty much going straight there from a night out. Ferrari pizza and a couple of Peronis just to ease you into a day of drinking. Shame we bothered with the football really
I can remember at least one or two occasions pretty much going straight there from a night out. Ferrari pizza and a couple of Peronis just to ease you into a day of drinking. Shame we bothered with the football really
My word yes. On occasion I confess the game sort of rushed past me in a bit of a blur.
Everything changes. I hate change. I mean, it was shíte after the Poles took over, but still.
Used to get in there for 12 on a matchday. A Bloody Mary for the hangover, a bottle of Montepulciano and a pizza and in the Woodbine for 1. Good timez.
I do associate it with being brutally hungover, tbh. That was usually because I'd been drinking with you the night before.
Yes. We were young, then, of course and could cope with such things.
I remember once taking young E there before her first Arsenal game. She was only little.
always a good way to get kids on the straight and narrow. Exposure to the shattered figures of adults sitting around that table should have put her off alcohol for life, b