Sunday, 7 February 2010

Razor Sharp


After a nice lunch of grilled tuna on a bed of couscous with roasted spring vegetables, washed down with a pint of Uley beer, followed by Banoffee bread and butter pudding with cream at this pub, (although the 'specials' board didn't offer some of the deserts occasionally on offer - allegedly) we came back to the good old Fountain for the Chelsea Arsenal match.

I won't dwell on the match for obvious reasons (Gooner Junior reads this blog).

There was, however, one lovely moment where John Terry was on the ground with an injury to his thigh.

And someone in the pub shouted out " I hope it's not his k**b!. There'll be 18 women out there in mourning".

It's just that sort of cutting edge satire we've come to know and love in our local hostelry.