Ad: This forum contains affiliate links to products on Amazon and eBay. More information in Terms and rules
No need,in my beer guzzling days I would do the fingers down the throat to heave a load up to make room for more... Not proud to say that but, its what was done.
Ah. Memories of going for the gallon of rough cider in the Masonic Inn in Stoke when a student......... Never completed the eighth pint. Proper rough cider, cloudy, slightly green with a faint white haze coming off it when poured out.
I remember my buddy and I had been out drinking and came back to my parents place. Mom could tell we were drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and asked if we would like to have some spaghetti. Ofcourse we would. So we scarf down the spaghetti and my buddy takes his empty plate up to the sink, turns the water on to rinse it off and proceeds to puke in the sink. When he was done he bleary eyed turned to my Mom and says, "Mrs. Wade, that was the best spaghetti I have ever eaten".
For some reason, Mom has never forgotten that.
I remember my buddy and I had been out drinking and came back to my parents place. Mom could tell we were drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and asked if we would like to have some spaghetti. Ofcourse we would. So we scarf down the spaghetti and my buddy takes his empty plate up to the sink, turns the water on to rinse it off and proceeds to puke in the sink. When he was done he bleary eyed turned to my Mom and says, "Mrs. Wade, that was the best spaghetti I have ever eaten".
For some reason, Mom has never forgotten that.
Job well done!Sooooooo.......we stop and get some shaving cream and a razor. But.....we only shaved half of it, forcing him (when he finally came too) to have to shave the other half. Next morning we understand his mother and sister needed oxygen because they were laughing so hard!
What was that Scrumpy pub behind the Library on North Hill John?
I used to drink in the Stoke Vaults and Railway Arms in Stoke. Darts, pies and plenty of Courage best
I went to the CFE in Paradise Road ( the older building) My mates dad, Mr Foster was in charge of the new old site at that time.