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Red anything.Red trousers
Red anything.Red trousers
Get in the Quarry!Close, the one at the back of it, the Liberty Tavern.
Two Guiness, 2 Vodka and tonics > £25 notes.
Pub 30 secs over the road, same drinks > £12 notes.
No contest.
Get in the Quarry!
I used to go the gym with my former brother-in-law, no matter what weights he picked up he would let out a massive "tssssha' while pulling a face like Purple Aki had slipped one in him. Awful.People moaning and screaming as they lift weights is my number one pet peeve.
Unfortunately I'm too puny to tell them.
I used to go the gym with my former brother-in-law, no matter what weights he picked up he would let out a massive "tssssha' while pulling a face like Purple Aki had slipped one in him. Awful.
Just like the Park End!Lol.
Last time I went in there it was like an episode of Fight Club, but with fellas who`d pissed themselves and had no teeth.
Why?Wetherspoons gets a lot of criticism but personally I seek them out. Decent prices for food and drink and plenty of room to escape any knobheads that might be about. Also, my sister, a prickly feminist, says they are good because single women don't get hassled by blokes. I couldn't possibly comment.
I'm in one now with a pint of Guinness at £2.99. You don't have to be a Scot to figure it's a no-brainer.
If you would have seen the state of the singletons in a 'Spoons in Southampton I was in the other week, you wouldn't have needed to ask that question.Why?
Why?
I don't know. The ambience, I guess.Why?
Finding Enlightenment: I used to despise the fact that pubs existed that utterly ripped you off over the price of a pint. Other than losing wadfuls of cash into their grasping hands, I resented the fact that they treated people like idiots for going along with it.Close, the one at the back of it, the Liberty Tavern.
Two Guiness, 2 Vodka and tonics > £25 notes.
Pub 30 secs over the road, same drinks > £12 notes.
No contest.
Finding Enlightenment: I used to despise the fact that pubs existed that utterly ripped you off over the price of a pint. Other than losing wadfuls of cash into their grasping hands, I resented the fact that they treated people like idiots for going along with it.
Then I realised people were enjoying it. People enjoy looking like the big man, splashing the cash. Also there was a certain type of woman who seeks out this kind of expensive bar so they can be bought drinks by those idiotic or wealthy enough to buy the "raffle ticket drinks."
I long wondered what the allure of such places was, and why people kept going. It's not as though high prices kept the riff-raff away, like you said, such places attract the knobs. They are always overcrowded, loud and often have some form of pointless discriminatory dress code.
Then came the enlightenment - such places keep the knobs and the gold mining women out of the rest of the pubs. They're like fly paper, making 'normal' pubs better places. Now I love that such places exist. I'm the one, if going out with a big bunch of work colleagues, would purposefully dress such that our group would never be allowed into such an establishment.
It's social engineering - pub style.
Add to that, you'll get also those sheep who follow the trend by drinking the new, most expensive drink, whatever that may be, regardless of whether it's enjoyable.Couldn`t agree more.
People drink there to " be seen " and the bar makes the most of it whilst they can.
As the one thing you can guarantee is that once the next " in " place opens up nearby, all the butterflies flock there in droves, leaving the original " in " place empty.
Rinse and repeat.