Good timez, la.
Midday on a Saturday. A nice pint of Peroni and a pizza the size of a wagon wheel to kick things off. A bottle or so of Montepulciano. Little salad on the side to keep the ladies happy. Across to The Woodbine for several sherbets. Drinking rudely interrupted by having to go to a football match... then back to The Woodbine for several more.
I'd struggle to drive home after that lot these days.
We were young, I suppose.
Younger, certainly...
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