tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post7947483812580612543..comments2024-03-28T17:11:52.333+00:00Comments on The Pub Curmudgeon: Stranger in a strange landCurmudgeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-19974975125778645422017-01-21T14:16:56.889+00:002017-01-21T14:16:56.889+00:00Warrington was the nearest town, but our college w...Warrington was the nearest town, but our college was right next to the M6 and certainly not near the town centre pubs that I'm referring to. A good three miles walk away, in fact.RedNevhttp://rednev-rearm.blogspot.co.uk/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-49735117605624848792017-01-21T07:14:56.224+00:002017-01-21T07:14:56.224+00:00Groups of students going in to back street pubs ne...Groups of students going in to back street pubs near their colleges or halls of residence is something entirely different from what I'm describing in my post, though.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-38829156872418596642017-01-20T21:51:18.709+00:002017-01-20T21:51:18.709+00:00I experienced much the same thing Nev, in some of ...I experienced much the same thing Nev, in some of the back-street pubs in Salford.<br /><br />Slightly off topic, but I was an avid science-fiction reader in those days, and Mudge’s title, “Stranger in a Strange Land” reminds me of the novel, of the same name, by the American author Robert A. Heinlein.<br /><br />It wasn’t an easy read, and I struggled to finish the book. No real relevance to the topics being discussed here; it’s just that the title brought back a few memories of those times. <br />Paul Baileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09678639237696546268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-77716715953005507242017-01-20T20:24:17.033+00:002017-01-20T20:24:17.033+00:00Makes it more difficult agreed.Makes it more difficult agreed.Citrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362292814716606046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-2775817814736150922017-01-20T20:22:38.743+00:002017-01-20T20:22:38.743+00:00You don't know till you look, spoons you know ...You don't know till you look, spoons you know what you will get so its an avoid for me if ever possible.Citrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362292814716606046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-90466635893986342712017-01-20T19:22:31.119+00:002017-01-20T19:22:31.119+00:00When I was a student, we used to have certain favo...When I was a student, we used to have certain favourite back street pubs in Warrington, usually because the beer was better. The older drinkers standing at the bar, often with their cloth caps, didn't mind us students with long hair and patched jeans in the slightest. They were sometimes amused by our appearance, but not in an unpleasant way - more like banter. We felt quite comfortable in such places.RedNevhttp://rednev-rearm.blogspot.co.uk/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-81735462287144944802017-01-20T17:53:17.439+00:002017-01-20T17:53:17.439+00:00It's not so much blending into a cheery throng...It's not so much blending into a cheery throng as there being only three other customers at lunchtime. Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-11932718169565471862017-01-20T15:49:35.310+00:002017-01-20T15:49:35.310+00:00Actually you never feel out of place in Spoons, an...Actually you never feel out of place in Spoons, anywhere. Probably because it's full of weirdos anyway.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-68671719401985495672017-01-20T15:42:48.651+00:002017-01-20T15:42:48.651+00:00What a strange hobby, actually travelling to pubs ...What a strange hobby, actually travelling to pubs for that very purpose.<br /><br />I can understand getting a gig/client in some god forsaken part of hells creation we call Blighty, staying over in a hotel and fancying a wander out for a pint and a steak and therefore discovering a pub and forming an opinion on the local bitter, but actually going to that place specifically in order to visit a pub? Eh?<br /><br />The pub being the purpose and not just some useful local amenity to use whilst your there, like a public toilet or cash point or chippie?<br /><br />There's nowt stranger than folk, I guess.<br /><br />I suppose it's a way of conversing with strangers and cleaner and more hygienic than dogging. At least in the better class of pubs. Not spoons.<br /><br />Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-48166289199833672072017-01-20T15:42:12.088+00:002017-01-20T15:42:12.088+00:00A lot of these backstreet (old school locals) booz...A lot of these backstreet (old school locals) boozers can appear intimidating, I've done quite few now for the purpose of "ticking a pub",you know the sort of thing, you walk in and the pub babble descends to a deathly hush as every head swivels to look at you,but as walk up and order a pint you are forgotten about within 20 seconds and its business as usual,Sheep in Wolves clothing. But then there has been the odd occasion when you find yourself stood next to the local pisshead a******e...... Citrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362292814716606046noreply@blogger.com