The Silver Fern

If you blokes like cider, the best in the world is from the West Country. I was down in Bristol a couple of weekends ago and had some stuff called Cheddar Gorge.<br />
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It was flouro orange and had an effect not dissimilar from the good bits of concussion. It was sold to me by a buxom barmaid in a pub called the Apple, which is a moored up barge that sells about a dozen different varieties.<br />
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I was as happy as a dog with two cocks.<br />
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On a beer related note, I live around the corner from a pub that brews its own beer called the Fat Cat and if any of you blokes ever find yourself in this isolated region you should go there - I'll get you a Wild Cat IPA, great stuff

This may have already been covered, however due to the terrible, terrible waste of my life that I endured yesterday I am going to hammer it home.<br />
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I was stoked to see a LoveFilm envelope (postal DVD service here in the UK) on the doormat upon my return from gainful employment yesterday, and so after watching the Lions game I opened another bottle of Fursty Ferret ale and sat down to watch my movie.<br />
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Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull or whatever it is called.<br />
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Used to love watching Indy but this film was so terrible I am still quite angry.<br />
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Is there anyway to sue Hollywood for making such a dreadful film?<br />
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Swinging through the jungle like a monkey? Feck off. Surviving a nuclear blast in a fridge? Feck off again.<br />
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