Here they are
To their credit, they did not pretend to be anything else other than a pub-choir, and they weren't half bad, but this was only in comparison to the food, which I did not eat. The smell and look were enough to put off any carbon-based life form.
I did however, manage to get down a pint of cider, and two pints of Stella, which is two pints more than I can usually drink (I have an elf's capacity for booze)
Just a Babycham shandy for me please
My party then made our excuses and left, searching for something edible, which we found in a hostelry not far from home
...table by the band please...
Had a very acceptable supper.
Next morning woke up feeling unaccountably awful, until it dawned on me that, for the first time since a teenager, I had had three pints and a doner the night before.
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