Never go for a drink in London’s square mile, nobody ever gets a round in.
I am the food of love. And do you know what food that is? Distilled barley.
If I show up on your doorstep don’t worry I’m just there to party.
I’ve never been thrown out of a pub, but I’ve fallen into quite a few
If I share your bottle of beer, I’ll take the left side.
Can you still want something you already have? Absolutely. Everyday.
Oh my God. I’m not Keith Richards. I’m Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk!
Beer’s intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.
She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.