ALTHOUGH only a wee timorous beastie – a Jock like me – would dare to enter the wonderful Rose & Crown on St George’s Day, I was accompanied by a tall Englishman so that was OK. ♦
Dūrgā Devī
It’s St George’s Day at the Rose and Crown
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Poor St George, Executed 13 times cann’t be that FUN. R & C Chimmeny Looks Bit Weak. Spector to Rescue.
Y’all friend: drashek
Like as not you stood him good stead. Extra points awarded for having a pint of Guinness.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Wee%20Jock
the “home of cultured, flippant & witty conversation”
http://www.rose-n-crown.com/
The pink would NOT go over well where I live, as it would be construed as for the limp of wrist.
When I think of St. George, I’m reminded of Dudley Do-Right. And Mighty Mouses’ theme music: “Here I come to save the day”
http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/religions/christianity/saints/george_1.shtml
Let go down to the Rose and Crown and have ourselves a pint for olde St. George!
“If Hercules for all his hardiness with club
had run this dragon through
He should forsooth have found enough to do.”
Your turn, TS.