gustavratzenhofer wrote:Did you also have a gay guy stuck in your bra, Ticomaya?
You don't expect us to get excited about a mere pierced ear do you?
I'm not sure what all goes on down in the swamp, Gus, but in my conservative little world, it was an event. Does it make it any more exciting if I reveal that the piercing took place while sitting at the bar in the pub? I have a fuzzy memory of my girlfriend at the time straightening out the curved post on a hoop ring, and stabbing me with it to punch it through my ear lobe. It took her about six or seven stabs up into the meat of my lobe before it finally came through the other side.
I also remember one of the bartenders had a bandage on the end of his nose because his brother's pet pit bull had bitten off the tip. Ahh ... memories of the Duke of Bridgewater in Manchester!
Walter Hinteler wrote:I could find that name in my pub guides neither.
Additionally to Darah's response: there's the 'Marriott Worsley Park Hotel & Country Club' on the formerly Duke of Bridgewater's estate now, in -well- Worsley, GreaterManchester.
I was there about 13 years ago. I sounds like it is no more.
