Lunch - Post Mortem

I sat in a car, along with 4 of my colleagues, driving to the pub. I was sat in the back seat with the aging rocker man leaning on my shoulder. We drove down a bumpy country road for what seemed liked hours, packed together like sardines. It was quite uncomfortable, I can tell you.

But the lunch itself was actually ok. We went to this pub that was many hundreds of years old, the oldest pub in England, apparently. There were beams, stain glass windows, and an assortment of swords on the wall, and antique paraphernalia dotted about the place. All the furniture looked about a hundred years old too. I always find old old places like that pretty creepy. Creepy but interesting.

http://www.rsoe.co.uk/

That’s a link to it. The Royal Standard of England. You know, just in case you’re interested. I like to spice up my blog from time to time.