Pub news.

I checked my wallet this morning. Their was a sufficient amount left to cover the lunchtime session.

Upon arriving at the pub, Paul, the piss-taking genial landlord brought my pint to my table. "I'll put that on yesterdays tab," he said, with a wry smile. No wonder there was plenty of dosh available, I'd innocently done a runner! In all fairness, he'd forgotten too and only realised when he couldn't shut the till down last night. At the end of my allotted time, I settled up, apologised and went home. I thought about the two-day bill and concluded......drink more!!!

I'm sure the 'Chairman' would agree. As would Paul!