A Pint of Bitter No Probem

A Pint of Bitter…sure- At the registrar office we´re getting married when I noticed on her papers she had been married 5 times….hold on you never told me this, I thought you had been married once and had a daughter with him. I have of think about this marriage left she accosted me in the street and said; but what about the caterers, sausage rolls and pies? Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food. I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister. The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer. The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in. I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper with my name on took years to erase.