When do I stop saying ‘Happy New Year’ I asked Frank in the pub the other night.
‘Well, to be fair I think you’re milking it a bit now were in February’ he said with his usual frankness. Well it would be wouldn’t it?
‘Speaking of milking it, how’s your cows getting on?’ he asked.
‘Two pints of Badgers Crushed Paw bitter please landlord,’ I shouted in the direction of Bill the ever-busy barman/landlord/chef.