My compliments to the management one of my favourite/regular pubs, for providing me with an oasis in the midst of the intrusiveness and petty mindedness of the Nanny state.
I will give you a flavour of last night:
1 Eva informed me the air had a fug of marijuana..can't say that I noticed.
2 A lady, drinking Asahi (a fine Japanese beer that I also quaff when there), bore a striking resemblance to Yoko Ono and was evidently stoned.
3 A guy (mid 20's) sat at the bar fast asleep, with his head propped up against the beer pumps, the staff very kindly allowed him to doze for 30 minutes or so before gently waking him up.
4 A man came in with a large white rat on his shoulder...I kid you not (it was not the fug causing me to see things!). The rat then happily allowed itself to be picked up by the bar staff and stroked.
5 The chef was happy to serve a dish not on the menu of first class pork sausages (cut into chunks) with assorted dips, as a most excellent accompaniment to the Asahi.
I think that you will agree with me that this is a most excellent establishment, and one that provides a much needed respite from the intrusiveness of the state.
I would, under any other circumstances, tell you the name of the place. However, given that much of the above clearly breaches a number of Nanny's rules I will not. I most certainly do not want some brain dead council drone visiting the place and spying on customers and staff.
Visit The Orifice of Government Commerce and buy a collector's item.
Visit The Joy of Lard and indulge your lard fantasies.
Show your contempt for Nanny by buying a T shirt or thong from Nanny's Store.
Visit Oh So Swedish Swedish arts and handicrafts