Cambridge for a quicky
Last weekend was rather fun even though I didn’t get in until late on Friday evening so was not at all up for going out.
I decided to pay a visit to Paul in Cambridge on Saturday in the Radigan. He’s now working in this most salubrious of pubs and I enjoyed a few pints of Milton beers with him and shot the brees for a few hours as he toiled. He’s going to be ordained in a few months and Clare and I have been invited to the occasion. This should be more than interesting and definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity for me as none of my other friends are so dedicated to a faith.
Paul gave me a bottle of 1976 Glentauchers malt which I’ll crack open with Dave sometime as it was distilled in October of that year and twas the same month that the chappy came screaming to the earth with a bare backside and totally unable to feed or look after himself. Well, I guess some things take a bit to change then.
I arrived back home and Clare and my good self had a lovely Chinese.
Sunday was typical really. I went to the Rose and Crown to partake of one of Steve’s curries and chat to Emma, Dale and the other regulars. Naomi brought her dogs and with jaid plus another canine or two the pub was puppied out.
I took some of Steve’s really cracking curry home for Clare as she was unwell and then made it to bed before the week of work at last crept up on me.
Andrew should be coming over this weekend so I look forward to that.
I decided to pay a visit to Paul in Cambridge on Saturday in the Radigan. He’s now working in this most salubrious of pubs and I enjoyed a few pints of Milton beers with him and shot the brees for a few hours as he toiled. He’s going to be ordained in a few months and Clare and I have been invited to the occasion. This should be more than interesting and definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity for me as none of my other friends are so dedicated to a faith.
Paul gave me a bottle of 1976 Glentauchers malt which I’ll crack open with Dave sometime as it was distilled in October of that year and twas the same month that the chappy came screaming to the earth with a bare backside and totally unable to feed or look after himself. Well, I guess some things take a bit to change then.
I arrived back home and Clare and my good self had a lovely Chinese.
Sunday was typical really. I went to the Rose and Crown to partake of one of Steve’s curries and chat to Emma, Dale and the other regulars. Naomi brought her dogs and with jaid plus another canine or two the pub was puppied out.
I took some of Steve’s really cracking curry home for Clare as she was unwell and then made it to bed before the week of work at last crept up on me.
Andrew should be coming over this weekend so I look forward to that.
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