As I'm a bit skint of late, what with being 'dole scum' and all, I thought I'd have another stab at that new place in Harbour Street, The Sovereign, last night.
Lovely beer (if a bit cold) at a lovely price, but I do have some concerns about the staff. The last time I was there, I got the impression that they were all a bit robot-like. This time, both of the door staff had wires hanging out of the tops of their legs and suspiciously Borg-like looking implants on the sides of their heads.
Still, it made me behave myself, so I don't think I'll bother going there again!
Perhaps resistance IS futile?
The Bull's Hit.
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After planning to spend the weekend by the sea in Ramsgate, and then
feeling like I'd spent the weekend in it, it would be so easy to blame the
council. Bu...
14 years ago
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They could be Cylons. You can't tell them from humans these days.
Ah, Battlestar Galactica. Reminds me of an old school-friend, Sonia Haas, who, after her boyfriend told us about her rather sensitive gag reflex, aquired the nickname 'Caprica-Six'.
Good old days!
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