Sergio Mendacious

31 minutes ago, cobra_gordo said:

That's pretty much known as one of the roughest pubs in town. It allegedly had a brothel upstairs. Surprised by the thing about your black mates though as they had quite a lot of black customers, in particular the most terrifying drug dealer ever.

They only liked the bad ones

1 hour ago, PowerButchi said:

I was about to mention the later one. We've always said "Suthell" up my part of the world when discussing the racecourse. 

There’s no debate - if someone says south-well, they’re either not local or they’re fake. I was amazed when I went to Ilkeston and found that they called it Ilson

1 hour ago, Keith Houchen said:

 My girlfriend is from Bedduff (That's how the locals pronounce it)

Always love seeing regional contractions like that. Blidworth in Nottingham is pronounced Bliduth, although I swear I've heard Bluth from some inbred types.

I'd rather steam clean my entire body, but cool, cool.

1 minute ago, PowerButchi said:

Baps in cling film are made on site. Cheese and Onion, Ham, or Ham and Cheese. Cockles are a geographical thing I think, some of the older pubs around here do them in a crisp packet. The Oddfellows in Acrefair for one which has a mainly 60+ clientele. It's one of my favourite pubs but lookingt at some of the posts in this thread most here would hate it.

I've seen those cockles in a packet, never tried them. How about cheese and pickle?

I remember lots of Cockle Men going round pubs in Nottingham and Ingoldmells when I was a lad, but now apparently Nottingham has just the one left. You can even get a badge.

So it's things made on the premises that are a problem. I was going to ask about cockles, if they pass the test.

The only acceptable food in a pub is scratchings in a brick on the bar. The only acceptable sport is ferret cricket. The only drink is diesel wrung out of a rag. Take your year in Provence and shove it up your arsssse

Based on Facebucks

1 hour ago, Lion_of_the_Midlands said:

You can't beat seeing the words "Modest Culls" in a massive font. 

I tend to see a lot of horrible formatting, so I'm going to be haunted by that post.

Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.

manuel and his music of racism

My love for August Darnell is off the charts, Kemosabe.

I might be listening to other music most of the time, but this is subtly playing in the background the whole time

At home I drink Yorkshire Gold that my mum sends me, like contraband in the post. If I run out, it's PG Tips, which is a step up from the lipton muck I used to have to drink.

I hate coffee, but I need the caffeine a lot of the time, so it's terrible coffee pot crap hopefully with creamer not milk at work, and Trader Joe's with some funky super sweet creamer at home. 

Those 100 names - Trent Rockets has a double stomp finisher and is practically made of baggy pleather

only because of the rich tea, which are total wank

Missed the chance to say that we were approaching peak freans yesterday 

Rory Stewart looks like something Jan Svanmejer would come up with, utterly fascinating.

Mara Maravilha — Não faz mal

Os Mutantes — Ave Lucifer

The best biscuits are obviously in the biggest multipack

My mama used to have a box of those broken biscuits from Ingoldmells market on the go at all times, and an unopened box ready to go under the bed in the caravan, so service was uninterrupted. Feel like that helped shape me as a person.

As a bonus, here's my favorite shirt I've never sold a single one of