I was really hungover that morning, so much so that I knew I was still miles over the limit so had to get the train to the meet point. I had a thumping headache and the alcohol was still sweating out of my pores.
I slept during the jounrey there, stumbled into the big pub near the ground wandered up to the bar to order a pint of orange juice and lemonade and the words "Heineken Export" came out instead.
It was one of my best kill or cure pints ever.
And yes it was a really friendly place, and I'd like to go back again.
Posted By: KentonCanary, Apr 8, 13:27:45
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