Long before blue tongue, mad cow, bird 'flu, sheep exports, and wine lakes, butter mountains, acid rain,
high cholesterol, Bernard Laporte etc etc, the English were famous for one particular product - warm beer. No superchilled Guinness, no 'Stella's For The Fellas Who Like Their Lager Strong' or very expensive bottles with a bit of lime poking out of the top.
No. This was true grit (depending on who washed the glasses...) - the smeary containers of frothy slop which could be drunk, thrown, showered in or used as fag butt repositories. Visiting our Clubhouse was always an intimidating experience for the best of Plessis players but the addition of warm beer, cultivated in the bartender's equivalent of global warming, led to them going a bit (more) crazy - taking frequent baths and trying to keep cool. The two poor sods second and third left are still in the recovery position after having been 'saved' by Mildred, whilst the others are going through the act of bravado that precedes a salvation with the Mystic One.
now there is an unusual photo on a french weekend Patrick Delage with his clothes on! and looking at jipe (2nd from the left) would you believe this man has never been kissed on the mouth by Mildred!!!! or anywhere else!
Posted by: annie | 17 October 2007 at 10:43
It was "a long time ago...."
we was young, very young......
YES annie ! it's the true !!!!
she never kiss me in my mouth and on....
hehehe.....
big kiss to all of my friends in England !
Jipé
Posted by: jipe | 19 October 2007 at 18:36