We heard on the radio this morning that people were using this special day as a reason to start drinking earlier in the day (as if that doesn’t happen already every day here.) oh, why the hell not, lets get drunk at 9 am with the rest of the Brit townies. I cannot explain the way the pubs smell over here. One time, we walked into a pub, and Josh swore up and down that the men and she-mans had been sitting there for 40+ years drinking straight through, not showering, and just pissing down their legs instead of using the grate outside over the gutter. We chose NOT to eat there, but we only went in because they had a sign outside that said they were voted “best pub 4 years running.”
