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the george inn
a sunday roast down the george
is when I’m at my most
garrulous
my voice can be heard
above the clashing
of cutlery and the toasting with glasses
my word! I’m sure they’ve put beer
in this gravy!
Published 30th Mar 2025
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30th Mar 2025 8:12pm
Sounds like the kind of place where Byron and the like used to hang out.
30th Mar 2025 10:44pm
everyone from Chaucer to Dickens has reputedly drunk in an inn on this site,
certainly Charlie in its current manifestation ..
certainly Charlie in its current manifestation ..
31st Mar 2025 3:13am
