Late Sunday Afternoon. Do I ...

[nomadd]

I'm out and I'm proud.

Do pay attention there.

BTW, two questions for you nomadd.

1) Do you like movies about gladiators?

2) Do you spit or do you swallow?

1) No, I hate movies about radiators. In fact the whole DIY scene.

2) Would that be an African or European swallow?

Cheers,

Nomadd

EDIT: I'm "out" too. In my garden. And I'm proud of that.

[Sysman]

Surely this calls out for every students dream business plan.

A laundry with a bar in it.

C'mon, I guarantee that everyone of you who went to Uni had this idea/discussion over a pint.

That brings back memories of the laundrette I found when I first set up home for myself. On Saturdays they had a couple of schoolgirls who would put your washing in for you and take it out when done, all for a small tip. This swiftly became very popular with the blokes* and the pub next door did a roaring trade.

They later developed this theme by opening a knocking shop upstairs.

* and their girlfriends if their washing was done as well. Brownie points for having a good session in the pub

[HairyArsedBloke]

1) No, I hate programs about radiators. In fact the whole DIY scene.

2) Would that be an African or European swallow?

Cheers,

Nomadd

Mmmmmmm. You're into a bit of kinky stuff. OK, I'm game.

However, I'm not into that snowballing lark. You'll have to talk to Atw if you want to do that.

[nomadd]

I'm not into that snowballing lark.

Doing things to Swallows. And now snowballing Larks.

Look, just leave those poor birds alone.

Nomadd

Ps. Don't read too much into the "spank" icon.

[HairyArsedBloke]

Next bank holiday, someone remind me to stay in. London is full of merdeux on holiday weekends.

The first pub I went to was OK, but this lardy tart comes in and orders two bottles of corona, pokes me in the arm to get my attention and in the process spills one of the bottles in my direction. I promptly move to another part of the bar, finish my pint and leave.

In the next pub, as soon as I walk in I can spot trouble with remnants from the football crowd. The poor young lass in charge was trying to cope, but it was doomed. Eventually, one merdeux got a bit out of hand and young lass called the police (she was right in what and when she did it too).

Things calmed down after that, but as I am typing this there are some noisy young ladies going past outside. Just what is it? Even in my most drunken states, I’ve never been like them.

[nomadd]

Next bank holiday, someone remind me to stay in. London is full of merdeux on holiday weekends.

The first pub I went to was OK, but this lardy tart comes in and orders two bottles of corona, pokes me in the arm to get my attention and in the process spills one of the bottles in my direction. I promptly move to another part of the bar, finish my pint and leave.

In the next pub, as soon as I walk in I can spot trouble with remnants from the football crowd. The poor young lass in charge was trying to cope, but it was doomed. Eventually, one merdeux got a bit out of hand and young lass called the police (she was right in what and when she did it too).

Things calmed down after that, but as I am typing this there are some noisy young ladies going past outside. Just what is it? Even in my most drunken states, I’ve never been like them.

I'm in North London. Went for a long walk through three of my local parks. And very nice it was. I will do the same today.

Life is so much easier when you just avoid pubs and drunks that inhabit them. If I want a beer, I just have one in the back garden once I get home. Very relaxing.

Life is what you make it.

Nomadd