Not exact matches
If you've seen or heard the phrase «Dilly Dilly»
at your
local pub or on social media in the last few
weeks, you can thank Bud Light for turning the phrase into a cultural phenomenon.
The romanticised image of farming in NZ is one where rugged rugby players woo fresh - faced farm girls against an idyllic, «Godzone» rural backdrop (or perhaps they buy them a pint once a
week at the
local hotel
pub).
While I always enjoy reading the enthusiastic PR put out by law firms in the «Student» editions of The Lawyer or Legal
Week, brimming with adverts from law firms; I sat down over lunch today
at my
local pub, a glass of burgundy to my right and a fag to my left (I was sitting outside in the winter sun) and read Student Law in Times 2.
I was down
at the
local netball courts on Friday night shooting the breeze with some of the school mums and dads and we cooked up a plan to have dinner
at the
pub together between the younger and older siblings» matches every
week.