A lighthearted, look back to the days when a few pints of beer in the local British pub was an honour passed down from Father to son.

Just my little blurb about women who drink beer out of cans.

Some people are very easily pleased.

A poem about my junk yard of a bedroom and my very kind mother who likes to give it a good clean!

Bill and Pete are on their daily walk to the newsagents.

About drinking.

Going down the pub.