: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:23 am  

Steve51 wrote:

Funnily enough I saw Des (or Ste Diggeridoo) at the Esso near Hilden Island putting £3.50 of industrial diesel into a small shiny red car. Word in Chicago Rock is that it's compensating for something but I didn't understand what they meant.

Thats not a real name is it?

: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:25 am  

George Best wrote:

What is that other place called, it was full of the older generation?

I remember going there about 10 years or so ago and met a very accomodating lady in the mens toilets.

Ranks as one of the best half an hours ever spent in a gents toilets

The older generation was at either Secrets or Penketh Conny. Rediculous nights where you never carried 3 pints from the bar because your tackle was opened to abuse. One lad got knocked unciscious by a big mirror ball & fathered 3 children before he came to. I distinclty remember arriving in Penketh Conny in a taxi about 9 o'clock to the view of a lady polishing the bionnet of some fellas car with her skirt.

I had a flashback to my successful days there Saturday lunchtime when trying to pull apart the two slices of a warm cheese toastie.

: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:32 am  

Steve51 wrote:

The older generation was at either Secrets or Penketh Conny. Rediculous nights where you never carried 3 pints from the bar because your tackle was opened to abuse. One lad got knocked unciscious by a big mirror ball & fathered 3 children before he came to. I distinclty remember arriving in Penketh Conny in a taxi about 9 o'clock to the view of a lady polishing the bionnet of some fellas car with her skirt.

I had a flashback to my successful days there Saturday lunchtime when trying to pull apart the two slices of a warm cheese toastie.

We've had that before, but still awesome stuff!

: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:37 am  

Betty Ford Clinic wrote:

RIP

She is sadly missed - the sticky floors an all!

: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:44 am  

Steve51 wrote:

The older generation was at either Secrets or Penketh Conny. Rediculous nights where you never carried 3 pints from the bar because your tackle was opened to abuse. One lad got knocked unciscious by a big mirror ball & fathered 3 children before he came to. I distinclty remember arriving in Penketh Conny in a taxi about 9 o'clock to the view of a lady polishing the bionnet of some fellas car with her skirt.

I had a flashback to my successful days there Saturday lunchtime when trying to pull apart the two slices of a warm cheese toastie.

thats it secrets, boy what a place.

Penketh conny sounds good, is it open this friday?