Barcon
Well-Known Member
I ended up at a chicken and rib shack on the top of a set of cliffs in Antiga, overlooking the ocean recently. One of those places where people nail plaques and licence plates and stuff all over the ceiling and walls. One of the first things that caught my eye was a metal plaque with the old crest on it. Somebody had changed the C to a U with a marker so I asked for a wet rag and rubbed the U off while explaining to everyone that was watching me what a load of classless ****s the rags were and that they weren't actually from Manchester.