Yesterday's (18/8/2021) ramble started off badly. Paco's grand daughter had been afflicted by the current plague and Paco had to stay at home holding her hand while she languished in bed. Poor girl, Lucky Paco!
Froggy and Laf only, met Sandyballs at Lewes. They were given a stark choice - walk all the way to Ringmer or piss about in drinking establishments and get the bus. The rest was history..........
First stop was The Trading Post in Cliffe High Street,
an overpriced coffee house full of stupid Lefty concoctions and yummie mummies. The NERDS sat around and plotted revolution like Tom Paine, but weren't sure which Establishment they were plotting against.
Needing a better drink they went across the road to The Gardeners where the barmaid was pretty and the cider was strong (6.5%). Then we strolled for the bus and met The Bish outside Waitrose. He had come by bus because he was now a Revolutionary like the other three.
In no time we were in the back garden of The Anchor at Ringmer,
there was a riotous wake going on inside with all the tables booked. Bronco was dragged out from the bar where he had been pretending to be dead so as to get free drinks. He looked well and was pleased to see us all.
He was obviously treated as a Local Hero in The Anchor since all the barmaids came up and rubbed their tits in his ears and gave him special attention. It's amazing what a few dirty jokes and a lot of money can achieve.
The meal was substantial and the beer was good.
We eventually said farewell to Bronco and his posse of horsey girls
and got the bus back to Lewes. Sandyballs took us into The Royal Oak opposite the Vegan Paint Shop and Lafayette continued drinking cafe cognacs while the other two drank Harveys. Plu ca change and all that....
Anyway then we went home satisfied that Bronco was still alive and in excellent form. Wonder if Paco's got the Plague yet?
Lafayette.
