Whenever I drove past the Pothouse pub on the way to Ewood my then teenage son and his mate, who would be sat in the back of the car, always had a smile on their faces. I wonder why.....mmm.
People in supermarkets who lean over the trolley like they’ve just had a cardiac arrest and weave their way slowly down the middle of the aisle preventing you from getting past.
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