Category Archives: The Slug and Philosopher

The meaning of beer and life.

The whole is contained in every part

Saturday night in the ‘Slug and Philosopher’ and the punters are relaxing after a hard week of work, watching football and junk food eating.  I can see that Old Ted has something on his mind, but he waits until Wayne … Continue reading

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Charity begins at home

Old Ted and I were shifting a few pints in a downward direction in the ‘Slug and Philosopher’ last night.  The Salvation Army were in, rattling their collection tins under the noses of drunken punters, getting under people’s feet and … Continue reading

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Something old, something blue.

 When I arrived at “The Slug and Philosopher” last evening, Old Ted had just finished his pub’ dinner of Ram Shanks with roast pineapple and was chatting with Bert over a couple of pints of Guinness.  Bert is a fair … Continue reading

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I don’t believe it

 “I’ve lost my Faith,” said Ted from behind the froth of his Guinness. It was late in the evening at ‘The Slug and Philosopher’.  The darts match had finished half an hour ago and the victorious visitors from ‘The Randy … Continue reading

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Trigger’s Broom

 Down at the “Slug and Philosopher’ we had gotten through the first couple of quick pints and were working our way through the later, slower ones. “You know, I don’t even remember my first Guinness,” said Old Ted, wiping some … Continue reading

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Peanut chaos

Old Ted and I were knocking a few back at the bar of the ‘Slug and Philosopher’ last night. “So if what Wayne says about time is true, me dropping this peanut into his pint whilst he’s away in the … Continue reading

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