I go down to the town centre pub at lunchtime and have a pint of whatever special they're running.
It's strictly no children and today's was Theakstons Best.
The thing is, when you go to this pub you see the usual mix; but there's a high proportion of middle-aged guys like me, wearing inappropriate casual clothes, unshaven and generally letting it all hang out in their beery corners.
We chat up the lovely serving girls, none of us with any serious chance, but enjoying the light-hearted flirting and taking in the scenery.
When I got home, I saw a loony Christian on TV talking about his experience of Jesus Christ.
Fucking nutcase.
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Sorry for the late replys Victor.
You r trip to the pub sound like a hoot.
Take it easy.
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