Sorry guys a little behind here.

Whats happened to orginal pub ?

As with every rebrand, the service is no better :-(

I love that they PHONED Tommy to say sorry and give him the chance to say farewell - THAT is CLASS!!!

Also

Gents, I've just had a call from Betfair from a very chap whose has had the courtesy to tell me this thread now has to leave us because of 'top heaviness' and to start a new premises.
He will try to lock it, so we can still read back, but can't promise it.

Good to see Tommy drank the contents before they bulldozed it

**os.

I was in the facking cellar when they closed it.

Nice rebuild

Oh I'm please I pulled that off! The patience required...

Everything's a re-invention of something else tho, evening Tommy and Co was formerly Legs and Co. They've aged a bit mind.

Songs from 'Tommy'?

I've only seen Nigella in full gash, and it was me that was filling it.

OK - disturbing, not horrible.

Starting typing now.

My Master is going to "sue" betfair as I missed the promised 66666 post. Everything has ramifications. They are now going to be bankrupt by 2014. Oh yes. Things change.

I must remember exactly - it's a professional thing.

So much drink. So little recollection.

Have a drink, CC. The smell of new paint will soon fade.

And the smell of new** soon grow!

Sparks - fantastic timing on post 50.

Tommy, whilst you are a fabulously well mannered guy without a nasty bone in youy body, might I seriously ask you to ban certain people from this new pub. Without humour, I do not want to see Munch Man, EGG or Canaryboy in here ever.

Add coachbuster to the list ..

lol, thanks Sib, glad someone appreciated that!

Well I am a scientist. The government asked me to oversee the launch of a communications satellite. All they had was an old ICBM - you know me, always keen to please so I said yes. Anyway they set it up in Blackpool. I think it was in the roundabout outside of the old Yates Wine Lodge (now burnt down but a great icon for "some" of us). Well they stuck it up there without any scaffolding. I asked the technos to install the satellite and they got to hammering away. Then the wind got up and I noticed they hadn't removed the nuclear warhead. It started swayiing and I started running. The rocket hit the ground and rolled down the street- by this time I was sprinting for one of the nuclear shelters (apparently there are many in Blackpool). As I dived down it hit something and went off.

I got up - lucky or what? It seemed things had not gone well with radioactive contamination. I was now in the Isle Of Man. They were evacuating the British Isles. I was watching it - amazing stuff - I was looking down a port where the (old-fashioned) cranes on either side were loading ships up in seconds and sending them out. Armed soldiers (old WW1&2 uniforms) were present on all ships and wherever the ships were going, we were going to "establish" a presence. Bloody right too - we're violent drunks - we should do what we were born for! They took me down a subterranean staircase and showed me various affected biomes. I remember seeing a load of deranged hermit crabs that has forsaken their shells and were trying to mate with sea anemones. On the lower levels the high command had established a headquarters. I gave my report - sadly lacking in impact as I was wearing a singed white plastic miniskirt and a string vest. I noticed a good-looking young women talking to all the people who mattered. She was my Euro equivalent. I tried to give them my report of what had happened but my things were written in dough. I realised I was going to be a scape-goat and headed out. I passed through a childrens' party and then onto the stage of an old-time music hall. They didn't like me - but who does? Then I woke up.

whilst Tommy is too nice a guy to say so, I suspect he knows a selfish tw*t when he sees one.

without a ban, I shall happily harrass the people reponsible. Out side the pub if required.

a horse

my kingdom for a horse