Jennifer finally met the famous Anthony, my bartender mate from the golf club. He entertained us with hooliganish stories that included a 10 person pub brawl to defend his Dad and a story about being passed out drunk while he rode the train back and forth from Reading to London for five hours. Another classic story was when he and his brother woke from a drunk to the smell of bacon. They didn't know whose house they were in or why the strange 60 year old woman was serving them breakfast. It turned out brother Barry (who we definitely have to meet) had shagged the lady's daughter, who was off to work leaving the boys at her house.
Needless to say, Jennie and I got our drink on early, with gusto....all before dinner.
By the time we headed to The Henry we were feeling no pain.
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