A snatch of recent conversation:
Me: "Wotcher, Chris. In a couple of weeks' time we're meeting up in The Alexandra for a few beers and then a Ruby , pre the arrival of Number One."
Chris, a father of two: "Ah, pubs; I remember pubs."
Sunday, May 06, 2007
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