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I was just about to say you'll have to make do with sloppy seconds. But me too by the looks of it. lolNo getting away with anything here lol
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I was just about to say you'll have to make do with sloppy seconds. But me too by the looks of it. lolNo getting away with anything here lol
I wish .Looks to me like you've had a few already this morning.
No it's much better in a brandy or gin glass with ice Anj. I'd say 2 parts Baileys to one of Cointreau. The shots was just a party thing we did about 2 in the morning when everybody was already pissed.
Ever tried a B52 bomber shot? Kahlua on the bottom, Bailey's in the middle and Gran Marnier on top. If poured carefully, the thickness of the Bailey's keeps them in separate layers.I went with the long glass. It's nice, not quite as good as Tia Maria and Baileys but very acceptable. Cointreau is a real blast from the past too - we always used to drink Cointreau and lemonade when we were out on the town and felt the need to appear sophisticated. Mostly in Fletchers Wine Bar if you remember that on Bold Street. Otherwise it was pints all the way.
Ha ha. Just the thought of that makes me feel ill. Far too sweet and sickly for me I'm afraid. I do like a glass of Grand Marnier to finish the night off though, as an alternative to a cognac.Ever tried a B52 bomber shot? Kahlua on the bottom, Bailey's in the middle and Gran Marnier on top. If poured carefully, the thickness of the Bailey's keeps them in separate layers.
Looks amazing, tastes great, then you neck it in one. Haven't had one for donkeys years, but in my youth we'd sometimes have them on boozy nights out. I once foolishly tried one in a half pint glass, down in one.
Amazing how things change...or is it?My Grandfather . who I never met - he died when my Dad was 11 was very involved in the Irish Independence movement. I remember some years ago when Lansdowne Road was being refurbished there was a lot of controversy about the English rugby team playing at Croke Park. The killings at Croke Park in 1920 were mentioned a lot. Somehow I had already heard about this. I can only think that my Irish Granny had told me about it.
I remember going to the Vic in Garston a couple of times. Not a place I'd go to by choice but it had a function room and I think they were both weddings I'd been invited too. One of my mates was catholic and he had to lie on the door that he was a protestant otherwise they wouldn't let him in. lolAmazing how things change...or is it?
A hundred years ago is a long time and yet it isn't.
My Grandad died in 1971 and I can remember a photo on the mantlepiece back in Island Rd, of him in his black and tan uniform, foot on a wooden chair with a tommy gun across his knee.
The family then, were all nominal red and orange.
Now I'm a blue and so are my kids along with being (very to the point of anti religion) lapsed catholics.
We're all friends on here and sectarianism is consigned...quite rightly...to the losers bin of history and long may it stay there.
(Except for the idiots who haven't seen the light yet)
I'd probably feel the same if I had one now. It was one of those drinks that was popular at the time. These days I find pretty much all liqueurs too sweet and a straight Bailey's is too sickly because of the cream. I prefer a port or brandy.Ha ha. Just the thought of that makes me feel ill. Far too sweet and sickly for me I'm afraid. I do like a glass of Grand Marnier to finish the night off though, as an alternative to a cognac.
The Heath - theres a blast from the past. An Art Deco masterpiece. Built in 1931...got pulled down in the late 80s - shameWhen we were in the 6th form I had a good mate who lived in Woolton and we'd always do a pub crawl on a Friday night in Gateacre. All those places you mentioned were regular haunts. That would have been 78/79. Sunday night was always Woolton night and we'd usually end up in the baby Elephant and then on to the Squires (If I was lucky enough to get in)
Did you never go to The Heath. That was fairly local to you if you lived off Brodie.
Did he get a punch on the nose for his troubles ?The Heath; true story.
One thursday night, the arl fellah, Ronnie Sorrel, Lennie his brother and a few others were all bragging about their watches...they were the sort that went to the Odd Spot and Royal Tiger, you know the type.
My dad convinced them to take off their watches and line them up on the bar to see which was best (aka, flashiest)
He then scooped them up and put them in his bitter, put his hand on the top and give it the cocktail shake.
Now we'll see whose is best he said.
No and no.Did he get a punch on the nose for his troubles ?
Or was he a tough guy your arl fellah. ?
Is that because you have battered your taste buds into submission ?I'd probably feel the same if I had one now. It was one of those drinks that was popular at the time. These days I find pretty much all liqueurs too sweet and a straight Bailey's is too sickly because of the cream. I prefer a port or brandy.
I prefer apple brandy Blue.Calvados ?