"Where everybody knows your name..."
You walking around Antigua, been away from home for 6 months. Missing friends, good times and moms cooking... and then you see
Alas alack, nobody knew my name, nobody was glad I came, but hey, it was the Jolly Roger, and thats all that mattered, it even looks like the original! Pizza was good(Not Jolly good, buut decent).
The Jolly Roger is a pub in Parkhurst, Johannesburg, that everyone north of Commisioner street knows about. A place where legends are made and destroyed. Names are swept up off the ash strewn carpets the next morning, and many... many a young lady has lost her sense of wrong and right.
The Jolly Roger in Antigua is by no means as legendary as the the original in Jozi, but when in Rome, one tends to do as the Antiguans do... MON! Drink a Red Stripe and fell Ayrie, and then go back to work...EEEEISH!
"Oh Happy days..."
3 comments:
Hey Cabin Boy! I am loving your blog!
Sorry I can't comment more... this signal is being annoying.
Aaah, the delightful Jolly. Good to know it is now spreading global chaos. As for the comment many a young lady... I didn't see you there on Saturday, did I!?!
he he he, you would've remembered Champs.
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