Friday, 5 September 2014


Terrible lunch yesterday- I revisited a pub I used to live next door to (literally- I could hop over my back garden wall into the pub's car park). They used to do nice grub- now they do not.

And the place was clean, bright, and smelled of toilet cleaning products. I preferred the old days of dark murkyness and ancient tobacco fug.

A pub cartoon from the current Saga magazine.

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