Every Friday night.
Talk was about the cricket, the weather and the really tyrannical boss we all had to suffer
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No subject was out of bounds ... we would talk about the blonde with the tight fitting blouse, the red head with the incredible pair of blue eyes and about anything that wore a skirt, except Scotsmen.
We had two things on our mind. Get drunk. Get laid. And the latter was a complete illusion. We didn't care who won the next election. We couldn't afford to buy a new home - so we lied about our income and got a second job. We didn't admonish anyone who missed a penalty because we had some first hand knowledge about playing football.
We didn't hesitate to take the smeg out of each other. Nothing serious ... just tongue in cheek smeg. And we stuck together as friends do.
You could say that the snug is as close as "one" could get to that above. You could say we don't need to debate politics or define party politics. You may want to suggest that we simply came out for a beer. To be with our mates and to close the week with a few beers and a bloody good chat about bu99er all.
We never met the woman of our dreams in the pub. I wonder why
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Times may have moved on
Perhaps I haven't
AiY