Hanover Arms next and like all the others of the evening did not have a single Welsh drink to celebrate St Davids day. Our attempt at getting Daffodil’s to handout to each pub was scuppered when the Florist didn’t have any. Beggars belief.
Herring settled for a Scotch Whisky and we got a shot of Midori for the table to end the evening. Mert took the punishment after we called our kangaroo cuddling resident Australian, Andy, to choose a number we had assigned to each person. The Hertfordshire boys had to leave in order to get home at a reasonable hour and Joe called it early. So it was just the three of us at the end. With Mert striking the next day, we thought what better way to end the evening than with another beer, so we scuttled down the road in search of one last drop.
2 Mar 2023