Or, in the absence of any real ales, being obliged to get J*hn Smiths Sm**th in any kind of glass at all...
Or, in the absence of any real ales, being obliged to get J*hn Smiths Sm**th in any kind of glass at all...
One pet hate is going in for a meal and finding that one leg of the table only touches the floor when I try to cut my food. Waste of a good beermat.
Or taking your first mouthfull out of a freshly poured pint and then realising the lipstick on the rim of the glass aint your shade.
Last edited by Farway; 13-02-2010 at 13:50. Reason: ps
One of my personal pet hates is going to pub for quiet pint before the football game, only to find hundreds of drunken visiting supporters take over your pub.
It happened yesterday at Silk Kite meaning I walked out Silk Kite without buying a pint. I had to settle for safe pub, White Lion which is very popular with home supporters.
J.D Wetherspoon = Home of Hoppy: The Silk Kite, Tamworth.. http://www.tamworthblog.co.uk/2009/0...-blogs-review/