Just for Max

Cheers mate. You can’t beat a pint of black when on tour in the home country of every fucking American president since the world began. We ordered two pints of Guinness, then asked for a wine for the lady, Sorry, said the barman. ‘Cider?’ Sorry. ‘Lemonade?’ Sorry. ‘Another pint of …

Texas

I was outside the Swan the other day, beer in hand, when Frenchie wobbled past on his old bone shaker. He raised his fist and shouted,”There are only two things that come out of Texas – steers and queers.” The disreputable, old onion-muncher had wheezed out of sight when I …