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Heathers Place

its wot we used to do ..

Let’s all go to Heathers place ..
I hear
there is a party going on there ..

We could grab some cheap red
wine from
Italy perhaps and maybe pizza’s ..

I hear Knocker, Trev, Rick, Ray
and Robbo will all be there perhaps ..

Each one with their Party Sevens
already crashed, on separate sofa’s ..

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Shaun Cronick

Nev literally just the pick me up poetry tonic before work and mucho needed.
And is that a wry reference to the now defunct Watney's party seven beer barrel.
Boy oh boy that's a blast from the past, but may soon return.
Safe journey's Nev and all the best out there.πŸ‘
See you on the flipside :)

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Neville

Hi Shaun please excuse this delayed acknowledgement of your much appreciated visit .. I have been otherwise engaged these last few weeks, in Albania no less .. Here's hoping life is treating you kindly my friend .. NevilleΒ 

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Being Me

Haha...those were the days! A true nostalgic write. I remember parties like that. I also remember the hangovers! I remember having to go to work on a Sunday morning and feeling so so so sick. Watching ponies go round and round did not help it at all ( I taught horse riding) x

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Neville

Such a long time ago now but yes, still fondly remembered .. cheers Tina x

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