God, that takes me back................... my Dad used to say "I'm just off to wet me whistle" and I would have no idea what he was talking about as a skinny sprog in me short grey trousers and tousled hair.
The BCG bar. Page 50
Did he get his whistle blown very often?
I say!! They didn't do that sort of thing in the 1950s !!
I'll have a pint of absinthe please...in a straight glass.
Quote: playfull @ 23rd January 2017, 12:38 AMa pint of absinthe please...
Be careful how many of those you have as it makes the heart grow fonder.
I'll have whatever you're having when you go to the bar - thanks (er, sharpish if you don't mind..)
Sorry I've been a while, had a good run going on the fruit machine....................anyway, here you go, a Pink Lady................with a radish on a stick in it.
Radish as well, lummee.. posh in 'ere ain't it..
Well it was until Chappers poked his head around the door with his filthy innuendo and Playfull with his brain exploding drinks.
... and spittoon - solid brass! That's real class that is! It'll be a pleasure and a privilege to gob in that..
Phutttt.......................................................................................................ding!
Bring it a little closer son. 
"Rootin' Tootin', I see Dead Eyed Dick's in town" 
That made me think.
I think this bar ought to have swing doors like those old time Western saloons.
Oh, and organic sawdust..
And an android saloon gal who'd do anything for two fingers of red eye. 
To top it off, she would only answer to the name Gertrude.
Nah, Big Tits Talulah..........................
( awaits tongue lashing from zooo )