Tea?

[classic33]

Morning from the middle of the central belt rainforest...
I'm sure I heard a parrot complaining about the heat
or the thing that goes 'oop oop oop'
Cold refreshments at the reedy, folks

Owdo to intrepid explorers wherever they they are....
You shouldn't go with the words of one bird. Listen to the bees and the trees as well.
"Oop, oop, oop"! Would that be the prices in shops.
Important to drink enough, just don't over think these matters.

 

[classic33]

They sit luxuriating in oil until the tin is opened and put on sarnies OR eaten straight from the tin..
My mum used to buy tins and tins of them and tuna (kippers too)
plus the fish I caught off the docks?
plus a fish supper every pay day night..
I had a fish-filled upbringing.......
Do I like fish? except mackerel......

I remember my younger days, you found a pub that knew how to pour beer..
Too many were sloppy..
I refused many a pint if bogging looking....
I'm sure technology now will have improved that ratio..
I don't drink out much but find anything served up is okay..
I will say, in all my trips across the water, I only asked for a replacement once and got a free one as an apology, we spent our week in his pub.
Nights were raucous, Ballyg*wan water was the first thing touched in the morning....
You never get a time gentlemen please..
It's a 'the guards ar in the next village' or a knock on the window and a shape standing outside
I'd say my dearest ever beer was bought in the black pool of eire..
Temple Bar, my wee trendy day out

I'd copyright that first line, before the marketing departments see it. Can you imagine the sort of ad they'd be doing with that line.
There used to be at least one tin(large) a week eaten here. Not had any in a while now.
Sitting on the dock of the bay, rod in hand and fish in bag...
The joys of being near a major river. Suppose you've managed to hide/disguise the gills by now.

The choice in the countryside areas weren't as great. Quaint looking village pub on the outside, to lure passing trade in. Sell them anything before they realised. Technology may well have improved, but few have time to fill the glass properly. A glass with a quarter of it being the head is no good.
Seldom got a replacement, just didn't drink it. A near full glass, untouched on the bar says a lot.
What were the apologetic words they used that convinced you to do that.
National anthem, lighting down to half and then the serious drinking would start. Like you say, the knock on the door, the shadow at the window...
You should go back one day, for the day.