> >
>
> OK, fu-fu drinks are the kind of fruity, sweety, fluffy, creamy crap
> that TGI's mass produce for a three deep bar of pissed-up middle aged
> harridans from places like Runcorn whose idea of a good night out is
> to get hammered, flash their tits shove their tongue in the
> bartenders (unwilling)mouth, their hand down another tenders
> trousers, have a kebab on the way home and laugh inanely whilst
> screaming 'Ere Stavros, show us yer meat/look at the size of that
> portion'. These sort of drinks have also caught on with female
> students, in whom the above activities are much more welcome from a
> tending perspective. Ah, how I miss the North ;)
> Laters,
> TQnGJ
>
> PS apologies to anyone from Runcorn, it's lovely, really
TQ .... "DAMN ... YOU'RE GOOD!!!!!"
I thoroughly enjoyed reading that.
--
~Neith~
"I value my craziness and the creative places it can take me. It frees me from
the constants of pedestrian reason and unimaginative predictability."