The four grey grey walls and four grey towers is a nod to the Drummond.  Tennyson used to pop in for a pint of mild and a packet of scratchings.

Apparently it was originally titled The Lady of Scallion, and set in Mayo, but he thought the Irish angle might put people off.

Beware the giant Lab he said

the jaws that bite, the claws that scratch

Beware the fearsome landlord bird, doris.  She's ok, I bought her a pickled egg and a stone's ginger wine last easter.  Come on sam...

Was it Doris who was the lesbian who was a bit hairy but gave Sam a crisp or was that another punter?

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Down the drummond the other day, the mirror crack'd from side to side. Some bird trying to fix her hair in it screamed "the doom has come upon me" and fainted.

Didn't bother me, I don't brush my hair.

No time hath she to sport and play; A charmed web she weaves alway.  Nice enough but I prefer a girl who knows her rugby.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

I walk on the surrey hills with my little dog, so I never despair

tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I never lose anything, always put it in its proper place and there it is next time I come to use it. 

Heh @ you lot.

Good efforts.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode. He'd be better off with an R32 and a bit of tuning, just looks like a normal Golf until you put your foot down.

We few we happy few

We banned the brothers

The collins boys from Liss.  nasty pair.  didnt want to mess with me and Geoff the Nostril when they disturbed our game of pool tho.  

Dolce et decorum est

Not for me, I cant stand that creamy Italian stuff.  give me a nice cheddar and some branstons.

This thread is BRILLIANT.

And from his blazon'd baldric slung 

A mighty silver bugle hung, 

I stick to fancy guitars

Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. We left them to it in the beer garden.  I wouldn't mess with that stuff. I'm happy with a nice ice cold can of Carlsberg.

On either side the river lie long fields of barley and of rye, that clothe the wold and meet the sky; 

and thro' the field the road runs by to many-tower'd Camelot.

That's what they say, anyway. Never played the lottery personally.

hahahah at Spurious!

Had we but world enough and time, 

This coyness, lady, were no crime. 

We would sit down, and think which way 

To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 

Of Humber would complain. 

I like the River Wey, good place for walking the dog.

The Humber is all right as well. I've never been to the Ganges. 

From the bank and from the river he flash'd into the crystal mirror; 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:' sang Sir Lancelot.

I must say I had expected a little more decorum from a Court of Appeal judge.

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree.

Unlikely to have had an ice rink like the Spectrum Centre though. I picked up a bit about ice hockey in the States.