Sunday, July 13, 2008

Looking in the crystal

In one of my other blogs I've recently described one of the horrors of middle-age: being in a pub full of other middle-aged idiots. To my mind, there are only three types of pubs:

  • Wine bars
  • Dives
  • Old men's pubs

In so far as I have any great affinity with pubs (having been teetoal for a long, long time, God help me) I always feel the most comfortable in old men's pubs, and did all the more back when I was a drinker. These days, it's an opportunity to people-watch in one of the last strongholds of the good old-fashioned barmpot. For those of you with no experience of this environment, No Good Boyo presents us with a lovingly-rendered picture of one of the species.

The world is not so bad a place when there are still snug bars filled with men wafting the froth off their ale with their caps.

5 comments:

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

Don't even mention pubs! I've had a massive pub disappointment recently. A local pub has axed my favourite item -- "Ploughman's Lunch"---from their menu. Some things shouldn't change.

Kevin Musgrove said...

I hope it's not been replaced by ciabatta!

Pubs should be home to slabs of good, chunky bread.

librarylizzie said...

thank you for bringing No Good Boyo into my life. Now I have another hilarious blog to read when i really should be working.

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

Trendy Italian has no place in a pub. I go there to indulge my shepherdess roots, not live la dolce vita.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Quite right too.