Watch the game, with the rest of the upside-down people.
I mean y'don't have to break the bank mate to get a bit of grub round here. This is a lovely romantic restaurant for dinner.
Take the sheila for a bit of clodhopping to get her in the mood.
If you've got a bit peckish again after the dozen or so pints of warm Pommie wee-wee, you can grab yourself a battered sausage and a tinny of seven-up here on the way to the kennel that passes for home hereabouts. (You had too much to drink, chief, your vision is blurred.)
Or if you can't be arsed, stay in and order some pizzas from the New Green Restaurant. Some geezer here (the Editor's son) says their acronym is ill-chosen. I can't see it meself...
Bruce Hightone?
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