Interestingly enough...
I too played for the summer 'dogs sometime ago. Our fearless leader Ray, a real Dutchman I might add, was the boss down at the Bulldog. Many happy summer evenings spent guzzling piss from some strange, small dutch 1/3 of a pint glass. We always got pissed but didn't know really how much we'd had to drink. Gorping at the leggy hookers wasn't the worst thing I've ever done either.
Colin played with us then too, before (just to get back on thread) he moved on to the 'Caps, where he became very weary (oops, well spotted chaps )
I too played for the summer 'dogs sometime ago. Our fearless leader Ray, a real Dutchman I might add, was the boss down at the Bulldog. Many happy summer evenings spent guzzling piss from some strange, small dutch 1/3 of a pint glass. We always got pissed but didn't know really how much we'd had to drink. Gorping at the leggy hookers wasn't the worst thing I've ever done either.
Colin played with us then too, before (just to get back on thread) he moved on to the 'Caps, where he became very weary (oops, well spotted chaps )