Mike Parry

There's now so much photographic evidence against Mike Parry, that we've had to introduce his very own GALLERY OF SHAME...

(picture courtesy of Vinnie's Box Brownie)

This veteran piss-artist is an inspiration to all his Thursday Night colleagues, living proof that you can carry on drinking like a big scouse fish well into your eighties. As the oldest member of the Thursday crew, Mike often regales his younger drinking pals with anecdotes from his days in the Home Guard. Originally drinking for a different Thursday team, Mike was acquired in a hostile takeover several years ago. King of the unexpected spillage, he has sent the beer flying on numerous occasions, including one legendary evening when he overturned two separate pints in one night. Dave wearing shorts is usually Mike's cue to give his legs a drenching in ale. This vintage drunkard is also an expert in demolition, including the infamous night he nearly murdered half his colleagues and a barmaid by swinging on the hanging sign of a Sale boozer. We cannot give any further details for legal reasons. Mike's reluctance to make any effort at all in travelling on a Thursday means that he'd really rather we all drank in his front garden, or the fabled Sylvan pub, the ghostly outline of which is sometimes sighted about five yards from his house (see PUBS section).

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