Crossposting of Carling #119: Diamond Jubilee, Treason if I was a citizen…   8 comments

Me and Betty go way back to the evening in the early 80’s she released me from the cabinet Chuck and Di kept me in; as she lifted my gimp hood and removed the bit I knew I was safe at last.

“F1,” she said enigmatically.  I responded that I’m not really a big motor sport fan; she snapped: “no, peasant…pants off and Eff One.”  Oh, I realized, this was another beast altogether.

As the weeks dragged into months we developed something of a more, if not completely, equal relationship as I taught Phil how to, finally, give this [then] septuagenarian a PROPER orgasm (using nothing more than the spittle from one of her Corgis and the narrow end of a bottle of Bombay Gin).

{I should note, these memories stem from the peak of my use of powerful psychedelics.}

My first visit to Tap and Barrel is chronicled at .  However, if you do venture there in person, seek out Magda, six feet of eastern european heat…word-to-the-wise.


Note: this was cross-posted with 100 Yellow Beers due to the absolutely ridiculous nature; sorry, but I felt like I had gotten back to the writing roots and hated to waste it on my, erm, “friends.”  Plus, someone might actually read it here.

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