Whatever that means

One became many


Aye so in an unusual fit of organisation Smith tells me the day before that he’ll be fancying a pint in the Oxford at five. Well, it would be rude not to. And then he bought me one and then a wee half pint for the pensioner and so on until it’s the Abottsford and the beers are 6%. Train via Burger King and a taxi. I’ll go back for the bike another time.


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This entry was posted on October 2, 2014 by in The Bank of Me.
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