Whilst watching the presidential debate between two old blokes in their seventies, with all fashioned views and remembering a better time, Stanley Bridgewater was reminded of his old Friday nights in the pub.
'I really miss those times,' said Stanley. 'My Friday nights in the Old Man's Viewpoint, a packet of pork scratchings and a pint of shandy, and speaking to old Tom, playing songs on the piano, the flea-ridden pub-dog. Oh, how I remember those times.'
'Anyway,' Stanley continued, 'I was watching Don and Joe just arguing about who had the best record, and the best ideas, the best words, and I just thought it was like in the pub. Oh, how I miss those days. I bet Claudia behind the bar misses me as well.'
