Ah my pub shall I count the ways I love thee:
One pint, takes the edge off, what a bad day!
Two, start to relax, time to moan about work.
Three, smile, time to pee.
Four, now what was I so stressed about?
Five, that pressing thing I must talk about.
Six, Ah the ex…….the bitch
Seven, umm feeling bloated.
 
Now for the shorts.
One, I’m quite trashed, did I ever tell you what a good friend you were?
Two, down In one, time gentle please! To the kebab shop and home….