When I was a lad

I went out for a posh dinner with me mum and dad. We were all togged up, sunday best, and to me as a young man it felt like a really big deal - probably my first visit to such an establishment. Snooty waitress, not knowing what some things on the menu were, why do I have all these knives and forks?

As we were eating, who should walk in but Mr Rosario, with an absolute stunner on his arm. Who was more beautiful, him or her? Who knows, they were both gorgeous. As a lad I went to every home game, and he was a bit of a hero of mine.

I'm trying to remember what the name of the restaurant was, but for the life of me, it wont come. No idea. Maybe some other wrother might know - it was posh and right in the middle of the city....maybe not that far from Jarrolds? (It's no fun getting old.)

Posted By: Under soil heating, Sep 9, 12:27:44