You know that pub in just about the highest point in Dodworth. Thought I'd have a look out for that Lauren that someone on here was on about. Couldn't see her but I did see a 22 stone woman/man cross barmaid/barman with gravy stains all over her/his blouse. Pub OK a bit plasticy but was heaving, and again this lunchtime car park far too small the place was packed. Getting a Sunday lunch in there is a bit like getting a Chelsea ticket. Get there early.
What's its real name you know what was it called before Dodeth went middle class & had apartments rather than pit houses
Dodworth Valley IS its real name It's only been open about 2 weeks so I doubt if it has changed its name in that time. Take your point about Dodworth thought there are some very snotty apartment owners around here
Is it the new one by the M1? Or is there another new one opened?Dont get down there as much as I did. Dont use the gym now
Yep right next to the M1 Apparently there were hundreds of hungry mothers battling outside trying to get in for a mother's day lunch today. Double parking in the car park and staff being attacked with baseball bats because the Yorkshire puddings were late. Table reservations were going for 3 figure sums on the black market. The stewards were having a devil of a job trying to calm the baying crowds. Anyway I went in the Thornely and had 2 pints and a bag of pork scratchings for my lunch.
That's daft They serve the meals at the same time at the same table even if you don't turn up. Also there is absolutely no guarantee about the food - some days it is delicious and you leave feeling happy and satisfied, on other days the food is garbage and almost inedible. There's no menu you just have to accept what is in front of you.
The meals I miss or cannot attend will usually be the most enjoyable if thats the case. Especially ones where someone else can eat it instead of me
I hope that principle applies on Saturday I will be missing as you probably know so I hope the game is worth missing. Will probably finish up in a bar surrounded by Chelsea fans knowing my luck,
I watch Fat Boy Paddy Kenny chuck the ball in his own net in a bar owned & occupied by some voracious Blunts last week. And yes I did let em know I was a Reds fan Lead balloon came to mind But God how enjoyed it
Are you ready for a coffee/tea/wine monitor moment? What do you mean by "beaming from ear to ear whilst my gob was doing it"?
Making all the right noises along the lines of 'no way to lose a games after almost 210 minutes of utter *****, sorry I mean gut wrenching hard work defending against an Premiership side' Whilst grinning from ear to ear
