The thrills of pulling pints.

After spending the foremost of my night pulling pints for the locals at the pub I work in, Shakespeares had slowly died down by 7 ‘o’ clock. The few people that were left gave a nod in my direction and there I stood having the go ahead at pulling either a pint of Fosters or a pint of John Smiths. Oh what a thrilling night I had ahead of me…

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