We watch football at Doggett's. I once punched a ceiling panel out when jumping up in either joy or misery and punching in the air. It had something to do with Sol Campbell, but I can't remember what. It's not important; the moment was, the detail of the game is irrelevant. This is how it is with football. If anyone tries to tell you different, they are probably slightly sub-mental.
We also stop off at Doggett's on the way from the RFH toward The Founders Arms. Can you see a pattern emerging? That's right, I like pubs.
I like them so much, I wish I was one.
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