Pete's Sports Bar.

Another bottle...?

Oh why not! Might improve my aim next week. Only 4 golds today!

See! I told you it wasn't me!

Whereabouts was that fireman Pete, I can't see him anywhere?

I've got him pinned with my little bow and arrow. He can't escape! If he tries to dodge I might hit him

Blimey, I hope you haven't pinned anything vital, Galen!

Not yet! he's all yours!

He's behind you Lona on the hammock...fissed as a part!

Thanks, Galen! Good job Lona's nipped to the loo or it would have been a free-for-all...

Why? Does he charge?

I'm to bed (on my own)

That's exactly what the fireman slurred....

Is Monday a quiet night then?

I thought there might have been some Hurling going on or a bit of a ceilidh.
I'll just sup my Guinness and shuffle off to find the nearest Paddy's bar then.

Might be some 'hurling' going on later, Rosannie...

YEY! 'Oive been a whild Roveer fer Maney a yheer'….'ay ay Congo' 'YO! St Paddy'. Where's Pete? Oh no! it's the 18th

Sorry Rosannie but we didn't feel the urge to don ginger wigs and drink the dark stuff.......April 23rd will be lively in here though!

bo ...late again!

Oh yes, Shakespeare's birthday! Will there be sonnet readings?

Whatever floats your boat phoenix

Was just being sociable, I didn't realise it was a 'private members' club.

Just see someone asking Pete 'shall I compare thee to a summer's dsy?'

Day!

Poor results from your team againPete such a shame trust it to be my team who beat you 3-0 am thinking maybe Moylsie will be signing on soon if he doesn't do something fast,saw Eamonn Holmes ranting about him this morning !! never mind have a pie and a pint and you will feel better.

Galen it might be more like this:

Shall I compare thee to a brewers dray?
Thou art more loaded and more temperamental
Rough hands do pull the foaming pints of mild
And the bar’s lease hath all too short to run
Sometime too hot the pies of Glamma steam
And often is the time that they run out
And every cheque and card sometimes declined
By chance, or ‘cos the overdraft is trimmed
But thy eternal peanuts won’t go stale
Nor lose possession of that bag of crisps
Nor shall the fireman brag about his pole
When in eternal ways thou dost call “Time”
So longs as Grans can breathe and stand their round,
So long lives Pete, and his bar serves both you and me.

I just knew you wouldn't be able to contain yourself......

I'll get a mop...........