I started going to a pub near me when I was 16. The owner always took the piss outta me and my friend for being young and shit. My parents planned my surprise 18th birthday party to be held there even though I'd been illegally buying drinks for two years so I panicked, but when he saw me and my '18 today' balloons he laughed and gave me a free drink. Since then he's been the nicest guy ever. Me and my mate Callum used to have lockins with him and just sit smoking cigars and drinking whiskey by the fire until 3am. Turns out he was close with my grandad aswell.JBoy wrote:Real ale pubs full of old men are ten times better than clubs full of combed over towie wannabe's.
So there's a little story about how I used to get the eyes from everyone, but I stuck with it and by the end I was chewin cigars with the owner and talking about his friendship with my grandad
Terpit: I'm not from Cardiff, I'm from a town near Bridgend if you know it


