Tuesday 1 November 2011

torment tuesday


it's a newley kind of day. i'll be in the boozer...

anthony newley - who can i turn to

x

5 comments:

davyh said...

Bottoms up darl x

adam said...

I had to meet some friends there once. I followed the directions I'd been given and found myself nowhere near where I needed to be. Back before mobiles, couldn't call them, I went to a phone box and called my dad instead. He was a telegraph boy before the war and could walk from anywhere to anywhere in central london in a straight line. I got there to hear the friends saying 'with those directions he's never going to find us'.

londonlee said...

I had one of those days too, I'll have a scotch.

Walking past the Blue Posts one day a man standing in the doorway asked me if I was interested in young girls.

Anonymous said...

It's also a day to visit the Queens Hotel, Leeds to see an old working class man in a gold coffin lying 'in state'

darcy said...

Stumbled across The Strange World Of Gurney Slade on youtube the other day. We Brits have always been able to do silly it seems.