Me and the awd feller went to The Grapes on Mathew Street yesterday.
Nice place, where The Beatles used to go for a bevvy a million years ago, yada yada.
The toilets are a hell hole, but who can argue with two pints for a fiver, in town?
Not us.
Just save it up until you get home, I say. Don't break the seal and you'll be fine.
Anyway, the pints were lovely but who the frig came up with the idea of karaoke - at 4 o'clock in the afternoon?
Afternoons in The Grapes are for pints and The Beatles on the jukebox not a feller dressed in a PVC gimp suit on a lead singing 'Always On my Mind'.
You know I'm right.
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