If you want athentic workman's atmosphere as well as a good fry up then the Plough Cafe on Lordship Lane, up near the Plough is a good bet. The place is always bustling with red-tops, workboots and flourescent yellow bibs. citizen
*tops up with one of Michael's tequilas* *a more satisfying way to spend a Sat arf-noon I do not know* *gets out chewing 'bacci'. Trusts it isn't banned in these parts* *looks forward to sundown...*
*pours a bucket of water over Mockney - come on Mockers there's gristle to be eaten* *slaps MP on back and leads him to other padres by the meat* *gee, its hot in here* *hands out bandanas* *that five o'clock shadow suits you well, Deputy Sean*
*vegetarians at the Rancho - gadzooks!* *nice touch though, Keef - you all-inclusive fella* *sears half a steer - slams it on mammoth barby* *slurps some of Keefs shandy* *anyone for a rack o ribs?
*Wakes up with head stuck to floor - ouch* *seems aptly quiet in here* *can hear the strains of some hoe-down in other local establishment* *intriguing - think i'll send doppleganger to check it out...*
Whoa, Amigos - looks like you folks are getting seriously into the spirit of things - we should get ourselves a fiddle and gi-tar and get our chaps off and have ourselves a boot-scoot.
Honest, mrs, there is no cheating by me. It's just that i'm a touch dyslexic and its the way my mnid rwoks. citizen (Not that I'm a snitch nor nothing, but that scrambler thing is all F'n'B's fault)
tips Stetson with index finger. swigs straight from bottle of Southern Comfort grits bootlace tie betweeen teeth. sears wound with a spoon dipped in Sean's chilli
Fear, you most certainly are, to quote yourself, "..a little hangover..." today. I don't want the scrambler, i want an unscrambler, and defaulted to the names of EDF posters, please. ps, don't tell Ko or Asset citizen
Actually, if you say Canabas Hangmen very quickly in a mock Irish accent it sounds precisely like Sean MacGaghann. Fear, can you send me a link for the anagram unscrambler? citizen
Needle an' thread for the gash in my rump Mr. MacGaghann - the rip in the Levis I wear like a badge of honour Now shove over on that log an i'll join ye for some of that chilli
Nachos dipped in black bean sauce - chased by a skillet of ouzo? Sits down with cocktail and prompty prangs arse with spurs. Anyone got a needle and thread?