Posted by sean on November 5, 2006 at 2:33 pm in Pubs with No Comments

In a bid to cure my depression brought on by Leeds, Mr. Goater has dragged me to the pub in town for a hearty lunch and a (non-alcoholic) beverage.

We’re currently in the pub now and I am blogging from my mobile phone.

Simon does have an ulterior motive by taking me out for lunch. It just so happens that his beloved Arsenal are playing West Ham on TV. I think that I am expected to offer morale support and cheer on The Gunners. Simon does not know this, but I’m secretly hoping West Ham win. Only then will he feel my pain – it will also keep Newcastle in the relegation zone. I know that this makes me sound like a bitter old man, but if Leeds can’t have success, why should anybody else.

The food here is good. I ordered a selection of side dishes and starters – salad, garlic bread and a jacket potato (one of my five fruit and vegetables).

Simon made short work of his meal and is currently drinking filter coffee like a gentleman while shouting abuse towards the referee on TV like a hooligan.

I think that I should stop blogging and put my phone away now, otherwise Simon may end up using it as a missile, throwing it at the TV.

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