Did you know that there are two Cheadles? One in Cheshire, 15 minutes away and another one near Stoke On Trent, 60 miles away down the busiest motorway in the country on a Friday evening. Guess which one I thought I was doing tonight?
I had a lovely time with my daughter A. yesterday, our original plan to go to a local bistro was scuppered as they don't open early in the evening. Not that it mattered because the company was good, but I had the misfortune of eating in a Brewsters "Restaurant" and I use that word advisedly! We had each had a plate of processed shite, crap service and kids running screaming around us and they charged us twenty pund! I could've gone to somewhere like The Magnesia Bank in North Shields, where, for that price we could have had a delicious, freshly cooked meal in convivial surrounding. I'll say this once and I'll say it again every time I see that fucking Brewster Bear, they are shitholes and should be petrol bombed out of existence.
Well I entertained the good people of Newc***le last night. It was a pool league presentation night. As I was in the bar I heard the Concert Chairman announcing that the Comic "Should be ok, 'cos he doesn't look the blue type!" The gig was hard work, they were determined to hate my red and white guts, however I won them over with my wit and repartee (and some filthy gags).
I ended up with a standing ovation and two encores, daft black n white bastards!
So, it's off down the M6 for me
FTM!
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