Dowlais flats. Late 80s. Was nailing a girl who used her sister's vacant flat as a shag pad. She sent me out for a Chinese. Came back with scuffed gazelles and a thick lip. To compound it ****ing all they put barbecue sauce, not sweet and sour with the chicken balls.
I was ****ing ecstatic when they pulled the ****ers down.
I once got into a row in Old McSorleys in NYC due to being absolutely ****ed on grappa. Dowlais flats were much worse.