A bit council (Vol 3)
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schmunk said:
nonsequitur said:
ASDA, yesterday. Paid £3 for over two hours parking. Entered the store, nervously. Went straight to the CD section, bought ' 101 Jukebox Favourites' cost £4. Proceded to the checkout, avoiding as many patrons as possible. Presented my parking ticket for a refund of £3. Cost of CD £1 !!. Bargain! Good old ASDA I say.
( Grear track listing BTW).
Err... Think that through again, slowly.( Grear track listing BTW).
( Great Track Listing BTW )
Edited by nonsequitur on Friday 23 February 19:31
Dog Star said:
As an aside - going for a beer with your dad. I've never ever been to the pub with my dad. My dad thinks that me having friends and going to the pub makes me "a weak character". He reckons that my lack of character and spine means that I feel the need to go down to the pub so that all my friends will greet me and buy me a beer.
I spent a large chunk of my childhood sitting in my dad's XJ-S in pub car parks. Then when I was a bit older sitting, listening to a group of grown pissheads telling tall story after tall story to try to outdo each other, not allowed to talk.Now I'm an adult and my dad invites me to the pub, and I wouldn't even consider accepting the invitation
That's quite a specific case though.CanAm]After I became a dad I started going for a pint with my dad. [b]Enjoy time with your dad before its too late[b/ said:
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Very much this, I was very close to my dad and saw him alot; 3-5 times a week, as he only lived 2 roads away, one morning 3 years ago I received a phone call from his wife to come round "now"; he had died in his sleep, he was only 65, I miss him every day.CanAm said:
After I became a dad I started going for a pint with my dad. Enjoy time with your dad before its too late.
I would spend time with him, just not at the pub. That's the only thing he does though and he does it every day - he'll think nothing of going out drinking even when he has guests or some kind of special occasion.He broke his shoulder a few years ago when very drunk and I took him to the hospital. He still tried to get in for last orders on the way home
ETA: Not to mention how aggressive he can sometimes (rarely but it does happen) after a few drinks. I think he's largely just a pisshead now, unfortunately
Its 12 years since I last went for a pint with my Dad. Anything and everything was on the agenda, from stories about his long and fascinating life and travels to music books cars women and occasiinally the odd b
king for me.
His friends were varied and always talented and intelligent.
The first time I remember being taken to the pub by him was when I was 6 or 7. He was a journalist who moved into TV from Fleet Street, and I think the pub he took me to was The Olde Cheshire Cheese. A glass of pop and a bag of crisps while he chatted with all sorts of interesting people.
As a teenager while visiting relatives he and my uncle decided I could drink beer - but only if it was real ale. It took me 20 years to actually like the stuff.
Occasiinally we'd end up in a strange town like when I went for university interviews. One especially fond memory I have is us exploring the pubs of Weymouth together.
He's been dead 12 years now, and I really miss our afternoons out.
Drinking with your Dad - assuming your old man isn't done Flat Roof Pub thug - is not council.
king for me.His friends were varied and always talented and intelligent.
The first time I remember being taken to the pub by him was when I was 6 or 7. He was a journalist who moved into TV from Fleet Street, and I think the pub he took me to was The Olde Cheshire Cheese. A glass of pop and a bag of crisps while he chatted with all sorts of interesting people.
As a teenager while visiting relatives he and my uncle decided I could drink beer - but only if it was real ale. It took me 20 years to actually like the stuff.
Occasiinally we'd end up in a strange town like when I went for university interviews. One especially fond memory I have is us exploring the pubs of Weymouth together.
He's been dead 12 years now, and I really miss our afternoons out.
Drinking with your Dad - assuming your old man isn't done Flat Roof Pub thug - is not council.
Edited by Torcars on Saturday 24th February 14:43
Torcars said:
Its 12 years since I last went for a pint with my Dad. Anything and everything was on the agenda, from stories about his long and fascinating life and travels to music books cars women and occasiinally the odd bking for me.
His friends were varied and always talented and intelligent.
The first time I remember being taken to the pub by him was when I was 6 or 7. He was a journalist who moved into TV from Fleet Street, and I think the pub he took me to was The Olde Cheshire Cheese. A glass of pop and a bag of crisps while he chatted with all sorts of interesting people.
As a teenager while visiting relatives he and my uncle decided I could drink beer - but only if it was real ale. It took me 20 years to actually like the stuff.
Occasiinally we'd end up in a strange town like when I went for university interviews. One especially fond memory I have is us exploring the pubs of Weymouth together.
He's been dead 12 years now, and I really miss our afternoons out.
Drinking with your Dad - assuming your old man isn't done Flat Roof Pub thug - is not council.
Agreed, I don’t think it’s council to have a pint with your old man! I just prefer to spend time with mine away from the pub because he’s not a happy drink and chat type. king for me.His friends were varied and always talented and intelligent.
The first time I remember being taken to the pub by him was when I was 6 or 7. He was a journalist who moved into TV from Fleet Street, and I think the pub he took me to was The Olde Cheshire Cheese. A glass of pop and a bag of crisps while he chatted with all sorts of interesting people.
As a teenager while visiting relatives he and my uncle decided I could drink beer - but only if it was real ale. It took me 20 years to actually like the stuff.
Occasiinally we'd end up in a strange town like when I went for university interviews. One especially fond memory I have is us exploring the pubs of Weymouth together.
He's been dead 12 years now, and I really miss our afternoons out.
Drinking with your Dad - assuming your old man isn't done Flat Roof Pub thug - is not council.
Edited by Torcars on Saturday 24th February 14:43
I just let him have his pub life and try to see him outside that. It was an anecdote, not a reflection on council stuff
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