As you’ll know, my favourite website (apart from my own) is MumsNet, where worried mums ask the immortal question.
Am I Being Unreasonable….
My advice, owmn, is to tell DD (Dear Daughter) that Christmas is all Roman/Pagan/Victorian nonsense NOW, and save yourself a fortune on presents.
While you’re at it, scrap Mother’s Day, Bonfire Night and your wedding anniversaries and concentrate on the here and now. Saving pubs.
Mrs RM was desperate to save a pub on Friday night, but slightly less excited about saving the White Horse, up the road in Milton.
To be fair, it’s not a classic pub, with gentlefolk diners (us) confined to a functional add-on without pictures (or diners). And of course the public bar/pool room isn’t getting much use at the moment.
The seating round the corner isn’t bad,
but of course you don’t get to choose your own seat in 2020, and I had to be very brave to linger a second to capture the pumps and the specials board.
Wow ! Doom Bar and one from across the field, aproper choice. (Or is the ribbon this year’s Rosey Nosey pump clip ?).
It’s a friendly, hardworking pub (aren’t they all these days), and they had their work cut out with old folk not knowing the new rules about masks, lads wanting a beer, and Mrs RM complaining it was too cold (it wasn’t).
Pints of Justinian arrived at 17:10. Crystal clear and sherberty (?), aided by rare Black Sheep glasses, oddly. Five pints into The Return of Pubs (II) and not one of them below NBSS 3.5.
The only sound was the jingle of knives and forks being put away. We had a family chat about “the event”, and rather forgot we’d been waiting 40 minutes for food.
The Landlady came over and told us she’d had to throw our food away because the chef had burnt it (or something, those plastic visors make conversation hard).
We didn’t mind the wait. Mrs RM had a second pint, a lady came by and said “Is it cold in here“, becoming Mrs RM’s best friend, and four lads were unable to decide between Carling, Fosters and San Miguel.
At 6pm the Thai fishcakes came and they were great, especially the chips you can’t see.
Suddenly I realised I’d been sold a pup. Mrs RM had the seat facing the bar; I was staring into the smokers garden. NEVER take a seat where you can’t see the bar.
One of the lads said “Mastication”, which I believe was a B-side to a John Foxx single in 1980. It may have been Ultravox. Mark will know.
Tier 1 can’t come soon enough.
“My advice, owmn, is to tell DD (Dear Daughter) that Christmas is all Roman/Pagan/Victorian nonsense NOW, and save yourself a fortune on presents.”
Tsk, tsk. Father Christmas is real, in the sense he is the personification of Christmas (nothing against that fellow on the cross). He embodies the spirit of the season, thus he can be looked at as a true spirit (again, nothing against that fellow on the cross). He’s basically the God of Goodwill, right up there with Aegir, for beer. π
“with gentlefolk diners (us) confined to a functional add-on without pictures (or diners)”
In other words, the cheap seats. π
“and I had to be very brave to linger a second to capture the pumps and the specials board.”
Unties shoe laces are your friend.
“Wow ! Doom Bar and one from across the field, aproper choice.”
Definitely the Justinian.
“and Mrs RM complaining it was too cold (it wasnβt)”
Ugh, don’t get me started. The better half needs her seat warmer on in the car this late in the year. Which is a blessing really, otherwise she’d crank the heat up and I’d feel like I’m driving the African Queen down the bloody Ulanga River!
“Pints of Justinian arrived at 17:10.”
Hah!
“a lady came by and said βIs it cold in hereβ, becoming Mrs RMβs best friend,”
(slow golf clap)
“One of the lads said βMasticationβ, ”
I do believe either the mask (or plastic visor) caused that word to be heard incorrectly. π
“Tier 1 canβt come soon enough.”
And the bloody government even screwed that up! In military parlance, ‘1’ is the worst (e.g. Defcon 1). Why they decided to reverse the order of severity is beyond me!
Cheers
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“Never take a seat where you can’t see the bar.”
Fits in with my rule of never turn your back on the action. I like to see what’s going on!
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Exactly. If I hadn’t been sneaking a pic of the pumps I’d have beat Mrs RM to the best seat!
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