Life in the Bus Lane
Beer and self-loathing in East Twerton
How did that happen?
Well, it’s a long story, but I first met your Mother in 1968, in The Old Green Tree. I was drinking brown ale and she had gorgeous knees. I was very close to the floor at the time. Later,………
I’ll have to do this in 3.5 years, thanks for prizing the door open.
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