A few rules for Friday night.
1. Smart Casual. Or not. Or Hawaiian Lumberjack. Whatever.
2. Nothing on the menu is to be given the double entendre treatment. Back luck, Todd and John. Mind you, I hear the pork loins are very juicy.
3. There will be a wedding party at the other end of the pub. We are not to gatecrash it, claiming that we have been booked.
4. No-one, I repeat NO-ONE, is to put anything anywhere anyone else's mashed potato. Not a finger, not a sausage (literal or metaphorical), not even a juicy piece of pink pork, dripping with sensuous warm juice, trickling slowly down her chin as she licked....sorry, I got carried away there.
So best behaviour, everyone. We must get a decent new band pic, too.
Welcome to the website of the Thomas Lord Old Gits, mid-Hampshire's answer to Chumbawumba and Earth Wind and Fire, except that we're not an anarchic workers' collective, we're not American, and we do covers.
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