Pub Name12 Bar
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Guests FN BC
Guests failed
Date 12.1
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Notes Bar think of a number was a cacophony of sound and vision. Distraction was the order of the day. There was no point in even attempting to relax or converse in the onslaught; although I did have an amusing conversation with Fat Neck about “good” motivation to be in his career. Being lecherous - teenage girls in uniform and the long holidays are not indicators. The beer was lifeless and flabby, rather like the service. I yearned to see Wilco Johnson who was playing exceptional straight ahead blues next door. They appeared to be having a rip roaring time. I cast my eye around the pub, a motley crew of bleached blond podgy school girls with their mum drinking pints and chain smoking; a biker with his woman who had breasts like two Zeppelins in a neck and neck race for all to see. Then walked in a crew who looked similar to us in age whom you seemed to know (our neighbour), perhaps they were there for Wilco? I was glad to be leaving the Bar think of a numbe
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
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