Pyrmont Bridge Hotel.... yep. and I'm going there again

I have been there once in my life and it was thirty years ago.

I've got some good drinking stories and I've done some stuff. But I have never told a soul about my night at the Pyrmont Bridge Hotel.

But, before I die, I will unburden myself. I will be purged. It will be cathartic, but I am not ready yet. It is about a half-day of drinking beer and good-looking sheila at the bar who turned out to be a bloke.

It is the only place in tarn (this tarn at four am.) that I can get to watch Huds v Tarn.

(I hope she'll not be in theer int morning)