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.
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5 comments:
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.
I hope it's not been replaced by ciabatta!
Pubs should be home to slabs of good, chunky bread.
thank you for bringing No Good Boyo into my life. Now I have another hilarious blog to read when i really should be working.
Trendy Italian has no place in a pub. I go there to indulge my shepherdess roots, not live la dolce vita.
Quite right too.
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