Frank Zipper was fucking ace. Some say his 'Girl from Ipanema' was his best, but for me it was ' Sunday Morning with Frank' from his Bucket of Flids album...
R.I.P Frank
Very true. I have been residing in Norfolk for 2 weeks and have yet to find a decent pub. I did find one in Norwich that was clean, it was a Premier Inn bar, but I was accosted by a drunken piss soaked vagrant shouting about local government. He was screaming in my face ' buy me a pint you French cunt '. He was very aggressive so I left.
Ignore him Gongers, he is Nigerian and was run over by a Huskie dog sled team whilst holidaying in Siberia. Ironically he was carted off to hospital by the same conveyance, shouting 'Vodka white mans medicine, very bad, very strong'
Don't worry about Bubba, his missus is with him. She will scare the shit out the locals, and if she farts on her 8th pint of Guinness they will be cutting up the atmosphere with a chainsaw.
I went a bit more traditional at a French restaurant in Norwich hier soir. A filet mignon with cream sauce. This morning I farted and it smelt like the dog's Kennomeat. Are you concerned about Fwank?