We all answer to Peter for our sins
small or large, intended or not, we confess all at the pub!
Arthur Sidman and Burt Hollins sat together supping down a Guinness at the Dandy Dog, something they had done every Friday night for the last thirty years. They’d seen their fair share of surly proprietors come and go, big breasted bar girls get pregnant, and Jack Russel’s with three legs sitting under…