B.N.C. Xmas Do

The Big Nose Club Christmas Extravaganza.

The lads and I decided to beat the Budget Blues by meeting for a couple of pints in Mulligan's for an early Christmas bash.
It seemed that approximately 2,735 other people had had the same idea.
The place was totally and utterly packed. Recession my arse...

But it is true that things instantly look a lighter shade of murk once you plunge your (big) nose into a perfect creamy pint of stout.

Conversation was difficult at first (we do manage to exchange a few words when we are not siphoning a pint) in the close proximity of a gang of middle-aged lads who had started their Christmas get-together way before us, possibly around 7 am in the White Horse, judging by their advanced stated of seasonal euphoria.

It was a renewed pleasure to meet Michael and Vivian for a pint & chat therapeutic session.

We would be celebrating 20 years of Big Nose Club next September.
Except for the fact that they do not know that we are called the Big Nose Club.

(Although Nana said "ah, the Big Nose Club! Pleased to meet you at last" when they came to the opening of Up in Smoke...)