The joys of Bailey Rd

Many years ago, certain people who have written on this blog shared a house with Jerome. I want to share some happy memories of that joyous place.

The green low-slung, sexy sofa (I stole this line from Steve)
The overflowing ashtrays
The lifesize model of Posh Spice
The beer fridge
The scum in the washing-up bowl
The postcard I wrote to Jerome that was carefully placed in front of the toilet. He couldn't read my writing so he put it there so he could decipher it while...
The time the toilet blocked and Dan put his arm down it...
The gateposts that they used as gladiator podiums
Our nights out in the Swan
The parties. Simple but effective. 1. arrive and chat 2. drink lots of beer in the Swan 3. go home 4. turn the music up and dance manically on the furniture 5. retire to bed (optional)