A Glass Of Suffolk Piss

This weekend’s “meet-up” with Simon and Watkins took us to The Globe pub. A regular favourite of ours, which for some reason, we hadn’t attended in quite a while.

Regular readers of my blog will know I am a fan of The Globe’s infamous Hunters Chicken dish. On my last few visits, however, I have gone for either steak or pie. Last night I went back to the favourite dish. It must have been 12 months since I last ordered the chicken delicacy, and yesterday’s offering was just as nice as I remembered it to be.

Along with our meal, Simon and I bought Suffolk Cider. I was not aware that the county of Suffolk was famous for its cider, and after drinking it last night, I now know why. Mr. Thatcher and Sir. Sheppy don’t have to worry about losing any of my custom to that Suffolk piss. I’d even drink Strongbow before I bought another bottle of what I had last night!

After the meal, we drove back to my flat. Watkins was going to come in, but then discovered Simon and my terrible secret plan… to watch Match of the Day. As soon as the hint of football was mentioned, Johnny McWatkins hopped back into his car, and sped back home to Wells, leaving Simon and me to watch the football highlights on our own.