The Otley Run



These days dropping the shoulder seems to be the standard way to extricate yourself from such an endeavour. Something I abhor.

When you’re in the middle of that pub crawl it’s not necessarily a deliberate thing.

I.e you and a couple of others nip to the smoking area for a tab, go back in the bar and everyone else you were with has gone.
 
There used to be a pub crawl in Gibraltar called the Gib mile. a timed three legged race going around ten pubs drinking a pint and short in each (between the two participants).

Used to be some right states at the end of that.
 

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