My 2nd wife of 3 years wanted to go to my old drinking ground in Ashton i had my doubts as shes a bit of an Urmston snob but i thought why not so we went one Saturday night
After a few drinks around Ashton and a very very swift one in The Bowling Green i took her in The Prince Of Orange to meet the legendary piss head landlady ''Tits out Carol''
The place was heaving with a crappy DJ on and Carol was perched on her stool at the end of the bar pissed as a fart as usual and we edged our way over to her, ''whos the blonde'' she said shes got tits nearly as big as mine and promptly whips her top up and her tits come flopping out to cheers from everyone stood at the bar.
Her husband Roger who was serving behind the bar comes over and said put them away Carol hes seen them before, yeah she said but his Mrs hasnt and wheres the dog it wants its kebab, goes behind the bar and comes out with a manky dog draped over her shoulders and sways through the crowd with it outside to the kebab shop.
About 15 mins later shes back with the dog wrapped around her neck and gives it a big dog bowl with the kebab in at the end of the bar with people pouring beer in another bowl next to it, then a massive brawl breaks out on the dancefloor and the Mrs decides its time to go, she just sat there on the train back to town shellshocked muttering ''iv never seen a place like that in my life'' she has never asked to go to Ashton again !!