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I remember offroading across Epsom Downs one Sunday morning to The Running Horses at Mickleham a while back. She and me were covered, head to foot in mud and felt bloody marvellous and in need of a pint and food. No worries, we would eat and drink outside. In deference to pub, stripped shoes and socks off and marched inside to order everything. Well the pub was packed and the whole place just fell silent when I walked in. You would have thought I was a piece of dirt underneath someones shoe. Just unbelievable. Good food and drink though 
BTW I love pissing people of in smart pubs
BTW I love pissing people of in smart pubs


