I’m at a bit of a loss at the moment so I thought it best,to throw some more old stuff at you/y’all; just hope I haven’t done this one already. ah well always the trash can 😦
It might be an idea if I take a spell from all the drivel I’ve been carrying on with, over the past several days, regarding Shay Gap, and let you in on how I became involved with the sale of booze in the first place.
Don’t you just love the word ‘Booze’? I suppose I link it to my days as a Frank Sinatra aficionado. I’ve always believed most sincerely in my motto “Booze straight; Women curved”, not that I’ve really had much success with the latter, and at my time of life, I doubt I ever will.
So, as per usual, I’m now going to bore/regale, depending if you have a nice stiff drink in front of you or not, with the story of how I finished up behind a bar.
A few years after the breakup of my first marriage, I decided to head over to the ‘West’…
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