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    high top
  • A pair of such sneakers
  • A sneaker that extends significantly upward over the ankle, providing resistance to the foot moving in all directions. Interestingly enough, in the boxing world, a shoe that would be called a "high-top" by most is called a "low-top" boxing shoe.
  • (of shoes or boots) having relatively high uppers
  • The high-top is a shoe that extends significantly over the wearer's ankle. It is commonly an athletic shoe, particularly for basketball. It is sometimes confused with the slightly shorter mid-top.
    tables
  • (table) postpone: hold back to a later time; "let's postpone the exam"
  • (table) a set of data arranged in rows and columns; "see table 1"
  • (table) a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; "it was a sturdy table"
  • Postpone consideration of
  • Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
    pub
  • public house: tavern consisting of a building with a bar and public rooms; often provides light meals
  • A tavern or bar
  • A hotel
  • Microsoft Publisher, formerly Microsoft Office Publisher, is a desktop publishing application from Microsoft. It is an entry-level application, differing from Microsoft Word in that the emphasis is placed on page layout and design rather than text composition and proofing.
  • A public house, informally known as a pub and sometimes referred to as the 'local', is an establishment licensed to serve alcoholic drinks for consumption on the premises in countries and regions of British influence. Britannica.com; Subscription Required. Retrieved 03-07-08.
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New Balance Prohi Bring Back High Top Sneaker,White,4 D(M) US
New Balance Prohi Bring Back High Top Sneaker,White,4 D(M) US
Get mad props for your choice of classic footwear when you get laced-up in a pair of these old-skool Court Hi D hi-tops from New BalanceĀ®.
Features an authentic reissue of the original hoop shoes down to the color, materials and design.
Comfortable nylon upper.
Textile lining with lightly cushioned footbed.
Classic heritage rubber toe box and sidewall.
Low-profile rubber midsole.
Rubber herringbone pattern outsole.
Weight : 14 oz
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Pedmore House, Pedmore, Stourbridge
Pedmore House, Pedmore, Stourbridge
The Pedmore House Hotel, a landmark pub with a 28 room hotel and 2 restaurants. Situated in Pedmore, Stourbidge. The island it's on is known locally as the Pedmore House Island. The Pedmore was very 1970's/80's inside. The Pedmore House mustn't be confused with the office complex Pedmore House up Merry Hill aka Merry Hell. This pub and restaurants has been here for years. It has 2 bars and 2 resturant (posh scotish theme "Hignlander" and the italian "Tuscano" restaurant) It was sold for ?6m and soon to be knocked down and land developed into 12 BIG houses by David Payne Homes Limited ...."The Pedmore, Stourbridge, West Midlands - An exclusive development of just twelve executive four and five bedroom detached homes situated in the prestigious area of Pedmore close to all the amenities afforded by Stourbridge". In August 2006 they held and auction for all interior fittings and stock. 714 lots. Here is some old blurb about the Pedmore House. Pedmore House Ham Lane, Pedmore, Stourbridge. West Midlands. DY9 0YA. From The Birmingham Post December 24, 2004 Pedmore House is something of a local institution around Stourbridge. There are actually two restaurants within its peach-coloured walls - Tuscano, an Italian eaterie, which I reviewed a few months ago, and the Highlander, known to the natives simply as 'The Pedmore' or "The Peddy". Both have a rather dated feel. The Tuscano, with its trellis and greenery, is in the Chianti-bottles-round-the-window department of Italian eateries, while the Highlander is tartan-strewn and quite gentlemen's club. With its prints of Scottish scenery and clan-style bric-a-brac, it has the feel of a gentler, more sedate age - the 70s, in fact. It's the kind of place you may have thought went out with space hoppers. But it has a loyal following and perhaps that explains its resistance to change. For years the businessman's restaurant, it still enjoys a fair amount of that trade but it is a big favourite with families too, particularly for Sunday lunch. There's a brightly-lit, traditional bar area where you can peruse the large, laminated menu (I guess the cult of seasonality has swept by unnoticed in these parts) and enjoy a trip down memory lane. Devilled crab and melon are among the starters, along with poached pear in red wine and mini baked potatoes. It's all a little bit Abigail's Party. The mood continues with the main courses - veal escalope, chicken supreme, T-bone steaks and grilled plaice are a few of the 31 dishes on offer. It's not too great for the calorie-conscious. This is often rich stuff, with plenty of cream sauces. But there are glimpses of a slightly more modern world lest you should feel trapped in a time warp. Monkfish goujons get wilted spinach and lemon thyme oil to freshen up their stuffing of mozzarella and basil and Parma ham wrapping. The chargrilled duck breast is served on stir-fried pak choi and sprinkled with orange and sesame toasted kernels. Baked seabass gets the rather strange-sounding accompaniment of pickled vegetables and vanilla hollandaise. My friend?s starter of Scottish smoked salmon (?7.50) was nicely updated with a tasty aubergine salsa and quail's eggs and was as generous as it was flavoursome. I went with the retro feel and had galia melon (?4.95), here served with mango, on lamb's lettuce. It was all perfectly fine - how could it go wrong? - and lifted by a nice lemony dressing. At least it was pretty light, not something you could say about some of the other dishes. And if you like to see your plate stacked high, this is definitely the place for you. Size obviously matters here and you may well find yourself loosening that snake belt. After polishing off our starters, it was no time at all before the main courses appeared - a beef stroganoff (?14.50) for my friend and something dangerously contemporary for me - lemon and garlic gnocchi (?8.75). "I think the last time I ate beef stroganoff, I was wearing a large tie and velvet flared trousers," he declared. Not that it bothered him one jot - he loved it. The beef was excellent and the spicy flavours in the cream and brandy sauce were a thoroughly enjoyable reminder of happy high-cholesterol times past. My gnocchi, too, were simply delicious with the lemon tang and powerful punch of garlic mixing beautifully with a base of borlotti beans and rich tomato concasse. All perfectly cooked, utterly satisfying comfort food. It was more than sufficient by itself but, as you might expect in this pile 'em high world, there were masses of side veg too, all spooned on to your plate for you by the waitress. Boiled potatoes and chips, carrots and cauliflower - it all kept coming until I practically begged them to stop. The vegetarian choice was surprisingly big, with the eight dishes on offer including baked aubergine with goat's cheese, layered leeks and potatoes baked with cream and cheese, braised rice and mushroom
Two tables, a cafe does not make.
Two tables, a cafe does not make.
Another week goes by, and not a sniff of a job. I am applying for jobs, but as ever we have to wait. Always the waiting. Thankfully I have Julie beside me, and together we can and will survive. When we were asked by the in-laws to look after their cat, it seemed like a simple request, and an easy job for us to do. I mean, we already have three cats what could go wrong if we add a forth if only for a couple of week? The answer; plenty. Of our three cats, Molly I thought would be the worst trouble, but she and the in-laws cat (more about it's name later) just sniffed and went different ways. Little Girl, AKA Stumpy, was a different kettle of fish with much snarling, hissing and hackles raised they had a stand-off, but every time they passed it was much the same. Sulu, 17 year old and likeable and very easy going, and their cat's twin, reacted by the snarling thing with growls and hissing. I wasn't scared, but the newcomer was not best pleased. And then we found out it had never seen a litter tray before, and meowed all the time to go out, looked out windows and pawed the closed and locked cat flap. And on top of all that decided not to eat. As usual, we locked our three cats in the kitchen; well, I say that. We put them out and had the cat flap so they could get back in, but not back out again. Easy, we thought. We went to bed with no worries or thoughts that anything could go wrong. If they had had some kind of death match and it was last kitty standing the next morning, that would have been something. Instead we found just three cats; our three in the kitchen all very hungry and no sign of the in-law's cat. About 'Missy', the name the cat is called by some of us. My Father-in-Law has not named it, so problem #1. The local vet could not say whether it was male or female. So, to say the car we put up in the village shop was light on details is quite truthful. "Large Tabby Cat lost 5th June, St Vincent Rd, no name, sex; indeterminate, meows a lot" we're not holding our breath there. We're just dreading the phone call from Scotland where they're holidaying asking how's things. I'll take the 5th! So, after being very careful with money and not using the car much during the week, we do get out and about over the weekend, doing stuff, which really is me taking pictures, between the showers. Saturday, after the usual battle in Tescos, we head out to Broadstairs, where I had not been for a while. Broadstairs in in reality, just a suburb of Ramsgate, or so it seems and the join between the two is lost on me. Road signs don't help either, as following directions to Broadstairs soon results in being lost in a faceless housing estate. And then there is Broadstairs itself; quite possibly the worst through road in the country; all 90 degree bends and single track road with no passing places. Getting through can take an age and puts years on the driver. We find a parking space and head off down narrow streets lined with cottages built of flint. As nice as it sounds, and quite photogenic. We make friends with a kitten who gets quite close and personal and pass Charles Dickens' house, now called Bleak House; where did they get the idea for that? Before heading down a narrow alley onto the pier and overlooking the harbour and picturesque bay. Everywhere was quite full, but we call in a large pub and sit on the terrace; me drinking beer because I am man and hunter and Julie a fruit juice because she has a headache. We people watch, and cannot but earwig a conversation between a group of orange women who lunch discussing the vagueries of wireless internet. Before switching back to shoes and such stuff. We chuckle along before getting up for a walk along the sand and up the photogenic steps and then onto the bandstand. The sun even tries to come out and thoughts turn to ice cream, but decide against it. We head home for and for the search for the pub with the football on the telly. Not as easy as one would imagine, but I find one with an illegal Serbian channel showing England battling the might of Kazakhstan whilst sampling the best Shepherd Neame has to offer. I quickly made friends and we soon began ignoring the match for the age old game of making fun of the really drunk and ill-informed. What better way to end the day than to get fish and chips and eat them on the cliffs overlooking the Channel and the ferries going hither and thither? Sunday dawned bright and warm, and we head out to fun-filled Folkestone to visit the old High Street, now re-branded the 'Artistic Quarter!' They have made a half decent job of it, and when finished maybe there will be enough customers and visitors for all the galleries and curio shops that line the narrow cobbled street. A left turn at the top of the street away from the modern shopping area brings the visitor to quiet Georgian squares, churches with histories dating back to Saxon times, and peace. Sadly in the churchyard discarded empty aerosol cans and

high top pub tables
high top pub tables
Creative Recreation Men's Dicoco High-Top Sneaker,Black/Stone,10 D US
The Creative Recreation crew must be doing things right. The good karma that comes from a pair of the Creative Recreation Dicoco Hi men's retro shoes in unmatched in the footwear world. These sleek kicks are the perfect blend of classy and casual, which is the shoe world's ultimate balancing act. Think of the Creative Recreation Dicoco Hi men's retro shoes as your own personal piece of footwear nirvana.You'll not only feel it in your soul, but in your sole as well? Get it? Ah... "sole" jokes never get old around here. What we mean is the Creative Recreation Dicoco Hi men's retro shoes are comfortable as well as great looking, so you can move around in style all day long. You might get a little tired of constantly answering the inevitable "Dude! Where'd you get those slammin' shoes?" question, though. We suggest you get used to it; the Creative Recreation Dicoco Hi men's retro shoes are definitely attention grabbers.

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