As always on nights out with my mate Dave we go to a pub and we all have a great time, beer flows we laugh we joked and everyone is happy….except one?
Since I have known him he has always thought that there is something better somewhere else and we need to be involved, yet every time we leave a pub that everyone is happy in, the night breaks down like tonight.
We were all on a rare night out together and everyone was enjoying each other’s company beer was flowing and it was perfect, but then Dave says right we’re off to the White Bear which we all agreed to do but that practically killed the night.
We got there at 10:30 they rang the last orders bell at 10:50 and I am writing this lay in bed at 11:20?
I can still hear the Cheese playing music ffs…
