Afternoon twassock *clunk* Have a good time!

Good evening.

A stella please.

Evening Eddy *clunk*

Thank you and whatever you are having.

What's on the Pub menu tonight?

Spam and eggs. Ta very muchly Eddy *clunks*

Where did everyone go?

I'm here, busy pushing my spam and eggs underneath SR's office door.

Another stella please and whatever you are having.

Can't say I blame you and many thanks *clunks*

I've eaten out at another pub, delicious, and all the food was half price as they had a new chef and a new menu! Bargainaceous!!

Coffee please and an after eight mint

Sacrilege! *locks twassock up in the Attic.*

Morning peeps *clunks* *clatters*

Morning chinnius. Cheers Big Ears. *sluuuuuurp*

** *Backs away alarmed*

Hi and bye peeps. Have a good day!

Oh stop it! Don't believe everything you read.
I suppose you buy into the conspiracy that anyone who gets a flu jab is actually being fitted with some kind of tracking device.

How uncivilised!

That wouldn't be a good look for a health centre!

*tuts* I have a job for you to do......go & clean my office, & I'll be checking you've done it properly.

Bloomin' skiver! Yer work will be waiting for you on yer return.

Byeeeeeee, you have a good one too.

Morning all peepsicles! That deluded twonk chinnock locked the mop he uses to clean the gents in the attic last night thinking it was me. I can't think how he made that mistake....*tosses hair out of eyes*

Large tea please and a bowl of porridge!

Morning twass.........*tuts* any excuse for him to avoid work.........*mutters darkly*
I can understand why the mistake was made tho'.

*clunk clatter*

Ta muchly!

I'll be off gallivanting again tomorrow, an overnighter to Sarfend to see a band at the Pavilion, staying in the great little hotel we found last year on a similar venture.

*tuts* yer always orf somewhere or other! Have fun.

That's the way I roll

Afternoon all. *puts feet up on bar & drinks large spritzer* Ahhhhhhhh this is the life.

Hi there SR, good afternoon everyone.

A lovely and sunny autumn afternoon, 15c.


*Knocks SR's feet off the bar.*

Health and safety comes first so no horrid feet on the bar, thank you very much.

Tea please with a cinnamon Danish.

Afternoon Eddy.
Not very warm here 11c & pretty dull.


Get yer manky hands off my feet........this is MY pub, & I'll decide where I put my feet.......actually...........*kicks Eddy's lardy arse*

*clunk clatter*

*slurps* Thank you, delicious.

*Stamps hard on SR's feet.*

I hope you washed your feet before serving me.