Post by annon99 on May 13, 2018 21:01:28 GMT 1
..... where the old beams, the smoke-stained ceiling and the dingy carpet told their tale....
A tale of human intercourse, a moment when all your woes were forgotten, for a moment, and life felt good...
That I was also with a woman, and therefore felt 'normal', instead of drinking as a sad-act singleton, (which, if I was gay would also be normal, but The World just don't see it that way), also added to the charm - I don't like wimmin, but they've got something I can't deny that I like...
Anyway you lot in Frogland don't have our pubs - you have 'Le Zinc' as a bar counter, instead of something massive hewn from oak, and your bars shut at 1900hrs, which isn't long enough for you to drink properly, and nowhere near enough to make your lady companion appear attractive - hot sweaty coupling cannot follow a drinking session which ends at 1900hrs....