I had to meet someone at The Blue Posts once, I arrived as they were saying 'those were the worst directions I've ever given anyone, he'll never find it'. I had wandered around completely lost for a while and then thought 'Pub, London... I'll phone my dad' and he gave me perfect directions.
My main memory of The Blue Posts is walking past there one afternoon and some shifty bloke hanging around the doorway asking me if I was interested in young girls.
4 comments:
1. I'm really glad you're back
2. I don't know where you get your photos from - this is an absolute corker.
Phew! Me too.
I thought we'd all have to go cold turkey...
I had to meet someone at The Blue Posts once, I arrived as they were saying 'those were the worst directions I've ever given anyone, he'll never find it'. I had wandered around completely lost for a while and then thought 'Pub, London... I'll phone my dad' and he gave me perfect directions.
My main memory of The Blue Posts is walking past there one afternoon and some shifty bloke hanging around the doorway asking me if I was interested in young girls.
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