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They were next to each other and I really enjoyed them before they were demolished. Perfect to get pie eyed and a 237 home. Brentford was always a place where I have never left sober.
I'd got accidentally pie eyed on Tuesday evening and wasn't in the best shape when meeting Danny Padlocks at 12.30 at some pub in Paddington but was match fit by the time we got to Oxford.
Danny had done his homework and got a pub crawl list which we manged to do four of, found out that Danny is not a fan of loud music in pub beer gardens which is ironic given what a loud bastard he is at football match after several whiskies.
One of our group had the foresight to have pre booked a cab for 9.40, we saw our third goal, picked ourselves of of the floor and got out, in the cab, Danny got some booze ,10.23 train back, No7 bus home. Plonked into bed at 11.50pm.
Cheers Danny, Jerry and Richard. A splendid day. And that enigmatic French bird.....
Pretty much everything. In the same way I’ll never read all the great books, see all the great films, watch all the great plays. I’ll miss more in life than I’ll ever get the chance to see. Lack of money, motivation or both.
I’ve seen and done enough in my life to now to make me happy. I don’t have FOMO, I have Glad I’ve Got Where I Am.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The What The F**k Are You On About ((c) my wife) Club.
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