So I decided after the dubious replies this morning that I needed a night on the tiles. I intended to seek the bright lights of the town centre (paid for by credit card) and eat at the 'Thai Curry House and Takeaway Massage' where I have, er 'friends.' Then head for the 'Independent Bar' where the landlord assures me there are no drugs allowed on his premises. When I pointed out to him when I met him in the street yesterday that a chap flung a brick at the head of another in his bar he replied, "Yes he did, but drugs were not involved. Just needless violence." I couldn't argue with that. However it may be better I reckoned that I went to the 'Nags Head,' or whatever it is called now. There again I hesitate, what with the doormen, sorry 'entrance control officers' and the 'incident,' I must reconsider. 'The Bull' has stood in the market place for well over a hundred years, serving the public and being well recommended by one and all. Once it was filled with farmers and their ilk as the market pens were opposite the entrance. Cattle, sheep,
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3 comments:
You should abandon the south and flee to yorkshire where we still ha ve a few real pubs. Well, over the last ten years, a lot of them have cosed forever, others have been "wetherspooned", which turns them into a pale imitation of a pub...
Still, if you want a pub where you can sit, unmolested, read the paper, sup a decent ale, then I'd suggest Otley as a place to live.
The term 'first out the taxi but last into the pub' springs to mind...
Soub, Otley, but that's in Yorkshire!
Mike, probably because I am the one paying the taxi driver....
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