...according to the BBC shuts down today. Anybody going along to buy some last minute bargains before it shuts ?

no but i've posted your book with £10 cash change in it - you owe me a quid if i ever have the misfortune

We in Eastbourne are too posh for a Woollies pok Our poor people shop in Poundland ..

In reality, It's been shut since the mid eighties.

since they opened that peacocks bit on the other end

I was in Woolies Doncaster on Tuesday. If you wanted a coffee percolator or ring binder, it sure was the place to be. That's all they had left.

my ring could do with binding after all the drink

Has it been spraying like a faulty coffee percolator on whizz like?

I've shaped up a bit now - ready for tonight's sesh with Mrs P and Mr and Mrs Mutley in the Park.

Ward Jackson or Burn Valley?

Is that the Park Hotel In Park Road........started my drinking career in there (among other pubs like). There was war on when the Landlord in there predicted that one day beer would be Half-a-Crown a pint. It got in the Mail.

I used to go drinking in there about 20 -22 years ago, every night of the week.

Unfortunately I was in there round-about twenty years earlier than that. It was a good Saturday night in there followed by a trip to the Rink which was unlicenced so you had to get stoked up before you set off.

Owld get aren't I

I was in the shift just before yours then.

Mind, last time I went it had gone all yuppie.

Used to go in there on a Saturday dinner-time with our lass about that time ...... then take her back to work and go to Pools, perfect domestic arrangement.
She never wondered why we didn't go in in the summer.

The Rink, Jesus you're not kidding, my mam met my dad there just before it closed down.

It was a bloody horrible place the Rink like but it was full of women who'd had a few Johnny Pinos the well known Camerons pineapple wine known locally as knicker dropper. The lads got in there after a few pints, there'd be a few fights with the bouncers running the warriors out of the fire doors head first in a head lock. I think it shut around 11:30 so the aim was to cop off and ask the lass if you could see her home.

Just think Mr I, given different circumstances I might have been your Dad.