Thursday, 27 September 2012

Good evening Brighton!

Off, dear reader, to That Brighton for the weekend, with the memsahib. VFR mission don't you know.
Anyway, cop a load of the name of this Brighton pub I found on That Google. I'll tell you what: either this phrase has a completely different meaning down there OR it must really kick off when the Old Firm's playing.
 Extra marketing points BTW for allowing your pub to feature on Google with a Nanbretta parked outside. Thatsa  spicy demographic you wanta attract!

See you on the other side. Unless you're a JT reader living in Brighton. In which case- Hi, can you give me money?

"Evening landlord, a pint of your best fenian blood please"

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