The Smithless Ox

Here was me, sneaking out for a sly afternoon pint with you-know-who, to a discreet little place where no one would find us. Blow me, but who was there but Mr John! And that woman who thinks she's a princess! Anyway, one pint quickly turned to fower, and the minutes did that pleasurable winging thing. The threesome then headed art gallerywards, whereas I headed Teuchterswards for a pint with piglets. And then on for a couple more nearer to home with the crones. Oh lumme. Still, that programme about behind the scenes at the commons is pretty good Friday night entertainment. When I came round, the needle was sitting ticking at the centre of Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. Pretty good early Saturday morning entertainment.
With thanks to imindoors for setting up this shot which I've shamelessly nicked.