My old man used to love a lunchtime pint or five on a Saturday.
I rather enjoyed getting to sit round the corner with a large coke and a bowl of chips, watching the Formula One qualifying, dicking about with the fag machine, and spinning the tracklisting boards of the jukebox.
My old man used to love a lunchtime pint or five on a Saturday.
I rather enjoyed getting to sit round the corner with a large coke and a bowl of chips, watching the Formula One qualifying, dicking about with the fag machine, and spinning the tracklisting boards of the jukebox.
British or not, you did that on purpose.
I did not, but I did notice and I did chuckle enough not to bother changing it!