Aimed at those with pizza and/or instrumental folk obsessions.
Boy, that slice looks tasty. Why isn’t he eating it? It’s going to get cold.
When Hubby does finally take a bite, he does it New York fold-over style. 30 more words
My first experience of The East End Social was a secret gig at The Bowlers Bar in Bridgeton and what a night it was. We were warmly welcomed with a drink (mine’s a dark and stormy, ta), courtesy of The East End Social and I felt immensely proud of the east end, as I looked at the posters around the room and chatted to… 311 more words