The genuine formica bar? The Steps free juke box? The GJ Memorial Snug? All gone??? For the love of god, please tell me someone had the foresight to save the pickled egg jar!! It would be a grim irony indeed if the good Dame Jacki had been saved (albeit slightly singed) only for the pickled egg jar to have perished amidst the inferno.
And those dear, sweet, LRoM Trannies. What did they ever do to deserve such a dreadful fate? Okay, so there was the local protection racket, the occasional cockfight in the cellar and the small matter of the kidnap and subsequent torture of an innocent RSCPA inspector, but I think we can all put that down to a little too much youthful enthusiasm, don't you? Those poor wretches. I imagine you could smell burning wig hair as far as the Cock Inn...
As for the All New 80s Pop Lyric Quiz (in Colour), wasn't Neil served with a lifetime ban after failing a random drugs test?
Anyway, back to reality: Martin, no, I am not nor have I ever been a doctor. Hypochondriac, yes; doctor, no. And everyone knows that the universal panacea isn't champagne - it's a Clubhouse mojito.
And those dear, sweet, LRoM Trannies. What did they ever do to deserve such a dreadful fate? Okay, so there was the local protection racket, the occasional cockfight in the cellar and the small matter of the kidnap and subsequent torture of an innocent RSCPA inspector, but I think we can all put that down to a little too much youthful enthusiasm, don't you? Those poor wretches. I imagine you could smell burning wig hair as far as the Cock Inn...
As for the All New 80s Pop Lyric Quiz (in Colour), wasn't Neil served with a lifetime ban after failing a random drugs test?
Anyway, back to reality: Martin, no, I am not nor have I ever been a doctor. Hypochondriac, yes; doctor, no. And everyone knows that the universal panacea isn't champagne - it's a Clubhouse mojito.