The lock-in
The first time I went to a pub that was a mate from uni`s local, Tiny pub middle of nowhere where he lived, run by a lttle old lady.

It was a long drive to Yorkshire on the Friday after work and I`d not quite understood "make it before eleven or you`ll miss the proper sesh"
I got there at 1030 determined to get a pint in.

There were old boys playing dominos in the corner, I was nearly expecting the hovis bit of classical music to start.

I bought into the round even though i thought I wouldn`t get full beers back, but that is what you do, and it was going slowly so I bought an extra for me and got told to slow down.

2300hrs the curtains get drawn, phew!
Midnight I`m expecting it to slow down and stop.
1am the landlady is getting tanked "come on you miserable bastards, put some music on"
2am "right lads I`ve had enough, I`m for me bed, you know where till is, drop the latch on your way out"

Around 4am we ran out of capacity and went out through the house through the front door!

She must have made a lot of money from that on trust bit, how many have I had? 3. 4? 6? oh soddit a tenner will cover it ( this at well under £1-50 a pint then).

There was one drawback, Camerons Strongarm, not for nothing was it known as strongarse, none of the multitude slept very long as the dawn chorus of sulphurous wallpaper peeling farts started seeping out of our sleeping bags crashed in the front room at about 7am, so we trouped to the village co-op and bought breakfast "makings"

Sos, egg, bacon, black pudding fine, the beans however form a nerve gas binary with the camerons yeasty primed gut that should be banned by the geneva convention. (yes "enhanced" even over the previous)




Several years on were all up for his wedding, diferent pub(s) mix strongarm and sam smiths, a brief registry office ceremony followed by a blessing/ drinkies reception in the ruins of an old abbey, that was factored in by selling it to the missus as a bit more memorable than a church blessing, but also where you could let your beer wraiths go free without the dog keeling over (i`m not sure if he was joking or serious on that bit)

The journey back was a hot summesrs day, one of our lot had wangled a works pool car with aircon for the weekend, no good, we had to sweat with windows open as the stench was unbelievable. God knows what the company valet mob thought on Monday, probably spent ages looking for the dead rat..
(tootired Is searching for a funny sig, nothing good so far, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 10:59, 2 replies)

Thats good!
Yorkshire pubs... law to themselves! Nice place to go drinking (tho I do have someones signet ring stamped into my face from the time someone didnt like the look of me - place in Leeds called Henrys, I think)...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:13, closed)

Click!!
I've never heard of Beer Wraiths either...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:58, closed)