A corner bar. Late 70s, I had a mate who set up a room in his flat in Leith like a "Safari lounge". The wallpaper was jungle style and the music on the gramophone ranged from Dean Martin to Mario Lanza. The bar in the corner had two high spindly...
The absolutely uncultured animals (Mrs Bluerobert) that attack the bar of Dairy Milk in the fridge with no regard for the structured lines and squares Cadbury provide as a guide for portion sizes.
There’s absolutely nothing worse than going to...