So we chug around the leafier bits of gateacre and nether childwall. Its a good resource and an enjoyable pace. Judging by the lager tins its a popular yoof outlet too. JK is as stated many times a diamond geezer he listens to my moanin and takes the piss. He doesn't do bland reassurance but shows he cares in more practical ways. He points out the upside of head cancer. He thinks I am overdue for a face transplant. Now that he is clearly a skinny short arsed git with no bum. Who is the ugliest is the main topic of discussion between us. He will win every time he has the looks of a movie star. Jackie coogan fester to his friends.
We discover the brown cow oft fancied but never visited lovely looking old time boozer looks great delivers little. We swiftly move on the blackbull a nice lookin gaff from the outside but plastic (albeit nice plastic inside). It has very really drun k regulars too. We end up in the childwall abbey. That's thwe best beer summer lightning.
Which was a good forecast for the totally understandable mood which greeted me when I arrived home. Jean understood that I needed what jk called relief juice. I am cacking it.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Walking in the city
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