Drum. And Monkey

Me and the missus and the Usual Suspects headed through to the Big Smoke for a bit of R&R today.

Train - check-in - pub.

Pub....

Pub...

After that it all started to deteriorate. In a good "Chips-cheese-donner-kebab" kind of way.

Sounds nasty, more than likely probably is, but, as they say, you're a long time dead.