Well the plan was to go to the new bar/club in Stretford last night The Green Windmill, however due to the fact they were charging £8 a pop to get in and beer would no doubt be along the lines of £3 a pint the group I was out with decided against it and we sadly ended up at O’Briens, now O’Briens must be the only pub in Stretford that has a Care in the Community door policy, either that or the clientele in Stretford are all inbred, my word’s may seem a little harsh, but you were no the one who had to sit there last night looking a the locals of this little pub.
There was for instance the guy in his 60’s who was obviously pissed out of his head jostling around the pub showing off his suntanned wrinkled skinned belly, he was closely followed by the small blonde in her 50’s trying to grab every young guys arse while trying to shake her booty, but the one that did it for me was the young (i say young, but i could be wrong) woman who walked in with a guy who could of been her father , that’s not bad in itself, but she was wearing the most obnoxious pair of stockings matched with a skirt that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, now this could have been a good thing under different circumstance, but when this outfit is combined with some one who’s legs resemble an anorexics its not a pretty sight believe me.

In the total of 12 yrs that I’ve lived in Manchester I’ve only ventured in O’Briens 3 times and last night reminded me why.

So that was last nights fun and frolics, an evening of Victorian freak-show