You were left on the door step of the social security, you were looking for a future as someone not just a leisure refugee
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Once upon a time there was a tavern...
This group of lads enjoying a pint before making there way to an away game was pictured in 1981 at the Greyhound pub in Oxford's Gloucster Green. Life was uncomplicated for a Greyhound boy, you, drank pints of bitter or lager in a pub full of men, you cultivated a 'tache and let your hair grow over your ears, you smoked B&H, if you wanted lunch it came in the shape of a cheese and onion or ham roll. Entertainment was provided by a half -size pool table and a juke box.
Those were the days my friend...
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