Category Archives: The Slug and Philosopher
Zero news
The ‘Slug and Philosopher’ was pretty peaceful last evening. Ted was reading the pub’s copy of ‘The Sun’ and Wayne was tossing darts at the bull’s-eye of the battered practise board. “What’s this new band ‘DZero’ like then?” Ted asked. … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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