A Friday Pint

Am sat in the garden enjoying a pint, the sun's going down and the scent of lillies is in the air. It's silent save for the cooing of pigeons and the occasional bray of an orse.

Half a mile away is my favourite pub. Daily it has the choice of 8 real ales plus the usual over chilled overpriced pasteurised crap so favoured by those without a soul. Why am I not there? They're doing a beer and music festival all weekend. A tenner for a wrist band about 20 real ales at a fiver a go and live music - a mate has just messaged to say he's there. Once upon a time I'd have been all over that - but age says .... its nicer when I can sit down, its not rammed, you don't have to queue 30 minutes for a beer that normally costs £4.70 and you can actually hear conversation. I'm old and I'm not even ashamed of that.
A tenner for a regular seems a bit churlish, but the 30p difference on a pint being part of the deal breaker is just golden. Live music and a mate and your favourite pub. Sometimes a change is as good as a rest. Opportunity turns up so much less as we get on, carpe diem dear Christopher, seize the day.
 

A tenner for a regular seems a bit churlish, but the 30p difference on a pint being part of the deal breaker is just golden. Live music and a mate and your favourite pub. Sometimes a change is as good as a rest. Opportunity turns up so much less as we get on, carpe diem dear Christopher, seize the day.
Its really the queuing, noise and the rammed pub im avoiding ... given that I can get a great beer in there any other day of the week.
 

Great Friday night pint for us at our local, some coked up muscle men asked my gf where she was 'really from' and then asked me if they taste different

The first ever time I've had to deal with stuff like that. I said to them something like 'dont say that, you're embarrassing yourself' he got defensive for a second and then backed down and said sorry
Bellends sadly being bellends. You're response is far more dignified and mature than mine would have been, which is a credit to you.
 
Am sat in the garden enjoying a pint, the sun's going down and the scent of lillies is in the air. It's silent save for the cooing of pigeons and the occasional bray of an orse.

Half a mile away is my favourite pub. Daily it has the choice of 8 real ales plus the usual over chilled overpriced pasteurised crap so favoured by those without a soul. Why am I not there? They're doing a beer and music festival all weekend. A tenner for a wrist band about 20 real ales at a fiver a go and live music - a mate has just messaged to say hes there. Once upon a time I'd have been all over that - but age says .... its nicer when I can sit down, its not rammed, you don't have to queue 30 minutes for a beer that nirmally costs £4.70 and you can actually hear conversation. Im old and im not even ashamed of that.
Plus Lily needs a shower by the sound of things ...
 
Great Friday night pint for us at our local, some coked up muscle men asked my gf where she was 'really from' and then asked me if they taste different

The first ever time I've had to deal with stuff like that. I said to them something like 'don't say that, you're embarrassing yourself' he got defensive for a second and then backed down and said sorry.
Good for you for being dignified and eliciting an apology. At least he wasn't such pond life that he didn't say sorry. There's plenty of those types out there keen not to lose face.
 

Bellends sadly being bellends. You're response is far more dignified and mature than mine would have been, which is a credit to you.

Good for you for being dignified and eliciting an apology. At least he wasn't such pond life that he didn't say sorry. There's plenty of those types out there keen not to lose face.
Cheers, I thought I was about to die when I said something and my gf was happy with how I dealt with it so all ok I guess. But it sums up how comfortable people are with being like that
 
Cheers, I thought I was about to die when I said something and my gf was happy with how I dealt with it so all ok I guess. But it sums up how comfortable people are with being like that
Indeed, we've been on a downward slope of acceptability and jock room "bantz" for some years, it wasn't covid that did it, it was already happening but it certainly exacerbated it. Like a lot of things, it runs parallel with money, and the suffering that the banks doled out in 2008. Reactionary tory pummelling, the rise and rise of farage, and now nothing left in the larder, and some stupefying decisions.
When enough of the people converge with the attitude 'government doesn't work for me!', we get this descent into the gutter. Historically getting out of the gutter has usually cost millions of lives. Sorry the serious tone to my reply. I've no answers really, it's only getting worse.
 
Great Friday night pint for us at our local, some coked up muscle men asked my gf where she was 'really from' and then asked me if they taste different

The first ever time I've had to deal with stuff like that. I said to them something like 'dont say that, you're embarrassing yourself' he got defensive for a second and then backed down and said sorry
I’m sorry you both had to go through this and im sorry the world is full of Knobheads .

I can’t imagine how your missus felt but I know exactly how you did . Try and see how empty and pathetic their lives are to find themselves behaving like that and enjoy the comparison with yours .

F em
 

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