Bigalgray

Well, where do I begin, he was completely blocked the cava fridge there and was grunting and dropping stuff he'd contaminated with his touch, it was most offputting . However the other day I did laugh when the staff there caught the ex male model turned junkie who strides up and down lordship lane looking for stuff to nick) shoving pork chops and chocolate down his half mast beige corduroys

There's a revolting bloke in a wheelchair that drags himself along by his deformed ankles. I saw him in there last night, does he count as a celeb?

Write a strongly worded letter to the lead singer of echo and the bunnymen

Cheers, looks a bit of a hike as the tree is closer but i guess i won't be herded into a corner and made to feel like i'm intruding by having the nerve to be into a working class sport. I guess the 'strip' is surrendered, personally i hang round franklins with the missus as the bishop is full of the worst peopple on the planet and the edt is where you go to be hassled by beggars and 'dodgy women' et al. Still, anything's got to be better than having to drink with children in the room, don't these people know there's parks out there?

Where's that?

You know there really is quite enough quirky foodie pubs in this area already with children crawling round on the floor through drink slops and people drinking herbal tea and pineapple juice, when you're next sipping away at your juice and bragging about how wonderful your gifted prodigy child is whilst not sneering at everyone just remember you're in a pub, yes a pub, not a cr?che where the working man likes to relax after a hard days work and watch some football away from screaming children. I hope this does not become a case of 'class cleansing' as there is no alternative local pubs to watch the ghastly working class football