69 gays in Brighton

There are only so many questions one person can answer in a day and I went waaaay past what is reasonable today. As soon as I saw beer I managed to stop caring, and the JD blanked my mind snip snap. Highlights were the northerner saying ‘The gay’, wonderfully innocent like in Brighton, and the she who must remain nameless who was disappointed at no bites when she raised the subject of ’69’ (every man at the bar remained silent, afraid of being eaten alive).