February 2026. Turin.
You left us in M** Bun at 6pm after a very late lunch, largely liquid, and it was time for an early night back at I Reali and a catch up on our respective blogs.
But central Turin on a Friday night was just about to liven up,
and Mrs RM insisted, insisted I tell you, that we popped in the Jumping Jester at Happy Hour.
While she nabbed a table, I perused the beers on offer.
“Un Tennents et un half of Stella, por favor“. You’re impressed with my Italian, aren’t you.
“You might as well have two large ones, it’s Happy Hour” she says, in perfect English.
I choose the two strongest, £8 for half litres of Tennents and Leffe, and search for Mrs RM.
Tennents and Leffe, what could be more local ?
There’s a joyous atmosphere, we’re the youngest there,
it’s as close to “pub” as you’ll get.
And Happy Hour lasts from 3pm till Midnight. It’s not really Happy “Hour”, is it ?
That Tennent’s Super is a very, very bad idea, as I’m about to discover about 3am.
retiredmartin 
Tennent’s Super on draught? That’s not even a thing in Scotland. Did you chase it with a bottle of Buckfast?
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Sadly not. I’m sure I’ve seen strong Scottish beer in Italy before, Pavia perhaps ?
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The later the hour, the happier it gets, esp on Leffe I find…..
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Hopefully a jestergooning-free Happy Hour.
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“And Happy Hour lasts from 3pm till Midnight” would, were it not for the hour time zone from leaving the EU, be precisely six hours after the Butlers Bell since Tim gave it up – Davenports Original at £2.55 instead of £3.05 and very nice it is too.
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Don’t think the time zones have anything to do with Brexit, I remember Calais being an hour different from Dover on my first trip to France, many many years before leaving the EU.
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“You left us in M** Bun at 6pm after a very late lunch, largely liquid, and it was time for an early night back at I Reali and a catch up on our respective blogs.”
But….
“But central Turin on a Friday night was just about to liven up,”
Aha! (I can say that due to the title; you strolled by the Jumping Jester).
“and Mrs RM insisted, insisted I tell you, that we popped in the Jumping Jester at Happy Hour.”
I’ve said it before but; she’s a keeper. 😎
“While she nabbed a table, I perused the beers on offer.”
(looks down)
That perusing won’t take long from the look of it.
““Un Tennents et un half of Stella, por favor“. You’re impressed with my Italian, aren’t you.”
I’m impressed you can still talk cogently after all the beer you’ve had.
““You might as well have two large ones, it’s Happy Hour” she says, in perfect English.”
(two! slow golf claps) 😁
Also (looks down)]
They nicked that wall ornament from Canada!
“I choose the two strongest, £8 for half litres of Tennents and Leffe, and search for Mrs RM.”
Wise man. I’ve already mentioned the Central Park beer purchase by me and my brother, where the small can of Heineken was the same price as the large can of Heineken. 🫠
“Tennents and Leffe, what could be more local ?”
Some pasta to go with it?
“There’s a joyous atmosphere, we’re the youngest there,”
Where’s that sarcasm emoji you were on about earlier?
“And Happy Hour lasts from 3pm till Midnight. It’s not really Happy “Hour”, is it ?”
Over here, Happy Hour last at last two, if not three hours (but ya, 3-midnight is pushing it).
“That Tennent’s Super is a very, very bad idea, as I’m about to discover about 3am.”
I DON’T want to know!
(but I’ll read about it tomorrow, I’m sure)
Cheers!
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