Yeah, because I don't like them. Parahandy does though.
No sorry, I'll ban pickled eggs, because after a few pints, you sometimes end up with pickled egg eating competitions - and they are really disgusting.
VS
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Love em and make my own. Alway too spicy though!!!!
My ex g/f's mum was an east end jellied eel champion in the east end of London. 17 tubs on a Sunday lunchtime Ug!!
My ex g/f's mum was an east end jellied eel champion in the east end of London. 17 tubs on a Sunday lunchtime Ug!!
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It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
Richard I agree with you about the dog shit it is still there.Your other 4 points one is correct.richard wrote:To me a real Irish bar is
1) You can smoke
2) You can discuss religion and politics
3) You can get a good Irish stew
4) Closing time means the doors shut and you just carry on in a lockin
I'm a Yorkshireman but used to frequent Dublin many times. In those days it was a great place apart from the dog sh1t on the streets
1)Ireland was the first country to inforce a smoking(2001)in the world.
2)Irish bars are famous the world over for their bans on religion and politics the only religion is getting to midnight mass (on xmas) before the end so your missis or ma can see you there fulfilling your yearly duties.
Politics are when you approuch your local T.D.(M.P.or P.M.)looking for a ticket to Croke Park for the football or hurling.For strange some reason our M.P.s seemed to be the ticketmasters for the G.A.A.
3)I've been to many 'Arish'bars and consulted Irish Mick who claims to have been to them all-soup,sambos & Guinness are the trad fare.The only place to get stew is in the "MFI" tourist traps.These bars have also convinced the world that Lamb is our trad. stew,we could never afford lamb always beef on a Tue.(leftovers from Sunday roast.)
4)Spot on-the lockin,they are even better when the gaffer(boss) or your local M.P./P.M. is there-the beer is free.
Here is my four-A Real Irish Pub.
1)Toilets that stink of piss.
2)Inside a bit of a maze so you can escape your wife.
A side door so you can escape your wife.
A male only bar to escape your wife.
No telephone same as above.
3)No music only horse racing on T.V. and a bookies(P.power)within 4 doors.
4)No food -if you wanted food you would have to go home to your wife to convince her you did not spend the house keeping in the bookies.thats why Guinness is so popular.
Not much difference between a english pub or a irish one.
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VS and Richard.....agree entirely....so a Tap Room and a Lounge then.
would add the landlord must be at least half cut during all opening hours, be a font of local knowledge and contacts, be discreet and unquestionable, and drive an old Jag or Roller. Must be called something like Alf, Ray or George, and prefer sheepskin coats in all weathers.
Pub decor to be dilapidated and lived in, preferably with a heavy accent on old leather couches and chairs. Beer mats everywhere. Half grandfather clock on the wall with a tick louder than Big Ben's from which all mens watches are set. Piano in one corner for anyone who can play a tune.
Real fire in the grate, and a brass polished kicker bar to warm your feet on. Proximity to the fire to be determined on how long you have been drinking in the pub. Horse brasses and old cotton shuttles or suchlike around the fire. Glassware to include straight pint glasses and old pebble handle pots with the imperial mark on em. No logos other than the BSI mark.
Tap room must have one table near the fire for Old Alf to drink at. Regulars to make sure Old Alf always has a pint in front of him. Anyone messing with Old Alf to be taken out back to the barrel store and a quiet word had.
Toilets, at least the mens, should be done out in old Victorian cream and bottle green tiling, with at least three miles of polished copper and brass Heath Robinson style plumbing. Silence within to be maintained at all times so the slow drip drip of the plumbing can be fully appreciated.
Pub dog must be scruffy and of no fixed breed but big, daft, gentle and subsist mainly on pie crusts, crisps and beer. Occasional escapes should precipitate a village wide scare for the safety of washing lines and garden gnomes.
Tabs can be run up but only if the landlord knows you as a regular and has previously seen the filling of your wallet last time a tab needed paying. Tabs to be paid monthly.
Bar to sell, other than booze, fags, rolling papers, tobacco and Hamlets. Nowt else.
Pork scratchings, nuts and crisps are food....on Sundays maybe a roast, and during the week chicken in a plastic basket and chips, beef sarnies, pies and ploughmans are all thats on the menu. Landlady or her daughter to do the cooking. No sodding cooks in chefs outfits.
Front door must have a cover or porch in which deals with the local Sykes for illicit supplies of pheasant, rabbit, fish, deer or half pigs and sheep can be concluded discreetly.
Carpark to be mainly empty, with the occasional rusty Landrover Defender, old bike or Jag in it.
Premises to be called "The Pub" as in "Sod this I'm off down......"
would add the landlord must be at least half cut during all opening hours, be a font of local knowledge and contacts, be discreet and unquestionable, and drive an old Jag or Roller. Must be called something like Alf, Ray or George, and prefer sheepskin coats in all weathers.
Pub decor to be dilapidated and lived in, preferably with a heavy accent on old leather couches and chairs. Beer mats everywhere. Half grandfather clock on the wall with a tick louder than Big Ben's from which all mens watches are set. Piano in one corner for anyone who can play a tune.
Real fire in the grate, and a brass polished kicker bar to warm your feet on. Proximity to the fire to be determined on how long you have been drinking in the pub. Horse brasses and old cotton shuttles or suchlike around the fire. Glassware to include straight pint glasses and old pebble handle pots with the imperial mark on em. No logos other than the BSI mark.
Tap room must have one table near the fire for Old Alf to drink at. Regulars to make sure Old Alf always has a pint in front of him. Anyone messing with Old Alf to be taken out back to the barrel store and a quiet word had.
Toilets, at least the mens, should be done out in old Victorian cream and bottle green tiling, with at least three miles of polished copper and brass Heath Robinson style plumbing. Silence within to be maintained at all times so the slow drip drip of the plumbing can be fully appreciated.
Pub dog must be scruffy and of no fixed breed but big, daft, gentle and subsist mainly on pie crusts, crisps and beer. Occasional escapes should precipitate a village wide scare for the safety of washing lines and garden gnomes.
Tabs can be run up but only if the landlord knows you as a regular and has previously seen the filling of your wallet last time a tab needed paying. Tabs to be paid monthly.
Bar to sell, other than booze, fags, rolling papers, tobacco and Hamlets. Nowt else.
Pork scratchings, nuts and crisps are food....on Sundays maybe a roast, and during the week chicken in a plastic basket and chips, beef sarnies, pies and ploughmans are all thats on the menu. Landlady or her daughter to do the cooking. No sodding cooks in chefs outfits.
Front door must have a cover or porch in which deals with the local Sykes for illicit supplies of pheasant, rabbit, fish, deer or half pigs and sheep can be concluded discreetly.
Carpark to be mainly empty, with the occasional rusty Landrover Defender, old bike or Jag in it.
Premises to be called "The Pub" as in "Sod this I'm off down......"
"Science flew men to the moon. Religion flew men into buildings."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
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the guinnesssssssssssss here stinks had a pint watching the irish play the all blacks tasted dreadfull!!!!!!!!!
had to change to tiger pints
reminds me of old days going to scholl and then going to the tour of guinnesses for a free drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at 17 you do anything for a free drink............lol
had to change to tiger pints
reminds me of old days going to scholl and then going to the tour of guinnesses for a free drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at 17 you do anything for a free drink............lol
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Sorry Murf, I've got to disagree with No.1, 2, 3 (half agree, no music) but no TV., 4 - Yes, but if you can't cook then you're a pretty useless husband.MURF wrote: Here is my four-A Real Irish Pub.
1)Toilets that stink of piss.
2)Inside a bit of a maze so you can escape your wife.
A side door so you can escape your wife.
A male only bar to escape your wife.
No telephone same as above.
3)No music only horse racing on T.V. and a bookies(P.power)within 4 doors.
4)No food -if you wanted food you would have to go home to your wife to convince her you did not spend the house keeping in the bookies.thats why Guinness is so popular.
Not much difference between a english pub or a irish one.
If that's a true Irish Pub, then I'm glad I've never ventured into one...
VS
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murf
I'm going back 40 years
Fags and beer went together
Irish stew was the name of the game (lamb,beef, dog or pork)
Politics and religion were the only things to talk about
women and kids not around
A REAL PUB
England much the same I guess then
Tap room, snug and lounge (coronation street? Woe betide if you came up against Ena)
I'm going back 40 years
Fags and beer went together
Irish stew was the name of the game (lamb,beef, dog or pork)
Politics and religion were the only things to talk about
women and kids not around
A REAL PUB
England much the same I guess then
Tap room, snug and lounge (coronation street? Woe betide if you came up against Ena)
RICHARD OF LOXLEY
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.
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Richard
If you are missing a Pub then if you are ever near Mapledurham House in Bucks swing through the Packhorse or Shakespeare pubs....the description above is an amalgam of both of them....
they filmed The Eagle Has Landed there.....a great place to live...for a while. Two good pubs too.....
bet they are all B&Q'd now tho.
If you are missing a Pub then if you are ever near Mapledurham House in Bucks swing through the Packhorse or Shakespeare pubs....the description above is an amalgam of both of them....
they filmed The Eagle Has Landed there.....a great place to live...for a while. Two good pubs too.....
bet they are all B&Q'd now tho.
"Science flew men to the moon. Religion flew men into buildings."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
Murf, I had an ex who is a Dub and we were in Hua Hin 2 year ago and in answer to your 4 points. My reply below
Here is my four-A Real Irish Pub.
1)Toilets that stink of piss.
They all do and so do the carpets, bar towles and every other thing in the pub, Bit like in Butlins (only if you are the 1st there though)
2)Inside a bit of a maze so you can escape your wife.
A side door so you can escape your wife.
A male only bar to escape your wife.
No telephone same as above.
Take away her glasses coz she cannot see without them
3)No music only horse racing on T.V. and a bookies(P.power)within 4 doors.
Merf, no online internet to Mr Power I am disgusted, but must have some motown though to relax to during those stressful hours
4)No food -if you wanted food you would have to go home to your wife to convince her you did not spend the house keeping in the bookies. Thats why Guinness is so popular.
Merf, if u ever met my ex, she must have her food, otherwise there will be world war three and all the above good points would not matter
Me I would be just there enjoying all the good pints (and some of Mr Power), as well as hiding her glasses. But in relation to the no food. Food only gets in the way of a good day on the piss, coz it takes up to much room in your stomach. Long live the bobbers and weavers club
Here is my four-A Real Irish Pub.
1)Toilets that stink of piss.
They all do and so do the carpets, bar towles and every other thing in the pub, Bit like in Butlins (only if you are the 1st there though)
2)Inside a bit of a maze so you can escape your wife.
A side door so you can escape your wife.
A male only bar to escape your wife.
No telephone same as above.
Take away her glasses coz she cannot see without them
3)No music only horse racing on T.V. and a bookies(P.power)within 4 doors.
Merf, no online internet to Mr Power I am disgusted, but must have some motown though to relax to during those stressful hours
4)No food -if you wanted food you would have to go home to your wife to convince her you did not spend the house keeping in the bookies. Thats why Guinness is so popular.
Merf, if u ever met my ex, she must have her food, otherwise there will be world war three and all the above good points would not matter
Me I would be just there enjoying all the good pints (and some of Mr Power), as well as hiding her glasses. But in relation to the no food. Food only gets in the way of a good day on the piss, coz it takes up to much room in your stomach. Long live the bobbers and weavers club
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In hh there r u few bars I use regularly. You spoke about knowing owners or owner names,
I know Billy fronm b,bar.
my Canadian friend craig from u turn bar.
My friend from the same town as me, Martin in Lazydase.
Paul in O'neils.
Tony in angel eye,Nice barbie at the house on buddy day, tks again.
john and yah who had the "old" road hole and now have the HH Golf accademy and driving range.
I also Know ken who previosly had Crawfords/ O'neils.
Bar Sweden, run by a lovely man Lasse, in sixteen years to be inherited by his grandson "Harley" Lasse has a beau tifull harley d.
so in closing I will say that yes I like to meet and be greeted by mine host
I know Billy fronm b,bar.
my Canadian friend craig from u turn bar.
My friend from the same town as me, Martin in Lazydase.
Paul in O'neils.
Tony in angel eye,Nice barbie at the house on buddy day, tks again.
john and yah who had the "old" road hole and now have the HH Golf accademy and driving range.
I also Know ken who previosly had Crawfords/ O'neils.
Bar Sweden, run by a lovely man Lasse, in sixteen years to be inherited by his grandson "Harley" Lasse has a beau tifull harley d.
so in closing I will say that yes I like to meet and be greeted by mine host
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mate by your last post
in the word's of Roy Chubby Brown.....(in a northern accent if you please)
"As I was saying to Charles and Di in bed this morning....."I fuckin hate namedroppers, me"". We are drifting on a point that the OP included Murf's business in.
The OP never questioned the nature of his joint...just Murf's gregariousness..... that should say something.
Murf, like me, is a miserable pain in the ass bugger when hes doing business. However, he runs a busy business in times of hardship (now one handed). He has a missus and kids to think about. So when hes doing business he's best left alone. I'm the same.
Talk to me otherwise and Im a scream....buy me a beer and we are steaming.
I know him in passing and as mutual farangs and on the odd occasion drink apres bar with the sod ...
business is business, pleasure otherwise. Business first, pleasure the rest of the time.
have a pint with him hwne hes "off work" and tell me otherwise
fault his rump steak and I'll call y a fool.
in the word's of Roy Chubby Brown.....(in a northern accent if you please)
"As I was saying to Charles and Di in bed this morning....."I fuckin hate namedroppers, me"". We are drifting on a point that the OP included Murf's business in.
The OP never questioned the nature of his joint...just Murf's gregariousness..... that should say something.
Murf, like me, is a miserable pain in the ass bugger when hes doing business. However, he runs a busy business in times of hardship (now one handed). He has a missus and kids to think about. So when hes doing business he's best left alone. I'm the same.
Talk to me otherwise and Im a scream....buy me a beer and we are steaming.
I know him in passing and as mutual farangs and on the odd occasion drink apres bar with the sod ...
business is business, pleasure otherwise. Business first, pleasure the rest of the time.
have a pint with him hwne hes "off work" and tell me otherwise
fault his rump steak and I'll call y a fool.
"Science flew men to the moon. Religion flew men into buildings."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
"To sin by silence makes cowards of men."
murph didn't sat that
Murph didn't say that, I was responding to another reply, I've already said to Murph, next time I will visit him.
Raphoedon no amour required unless my misses is on the warpath and then its earplugs. Sometimes you get people having a dig at you or your staff because they or there mate is in the same bus. Or other strange reasons so you get defencive
About the cpu we only started using it in May so myself and the cashiers were preoccupied trying to get used to it without getting everyone’s bills wrong(stressful times).As Sandman says business have to be run and some days I don’t even get time for the wife.
I generally try to leave people to themselves and make sure everything else is running smoothly otherwise I’d get complaints about other things-dirty toilets, slow staff, shabby rooms etc.But I will always make myself available to anyone from anywhere who want a chat, advise , want to know what to do in HH.,or have a complaint so next time come say hello and we can start again. Cheers.
About the cpu we only started using it in May so myself and the cashiers were preoccupied trying to get used to it without getting everyone’s bills wrong(stressful times).As Sandman says business have to be run and some days I don’t even get time for the wife.
I generally try to leave people to themselves and make sure everything else is running smoothly otherwise I’d get complaints about other things-dirty toilets, slow staff, shabby rooms etc.But I will always make myself available to anyone from anywhere who want a chat, advise , want to know what to do in HH.,or have a complaint so next time come say hello and we can start again. Cheers.
I like El Murphs place, foods always great, air-con, staff service you can't fault.
I've had plenty of beers and chat with Murf (our son's were born within a couple of days of each other), other times he's rushed off his feet and stressed, goes with the territory I guess. Big place to run with the food and the rooms.
Great place overall, as are the other places Raphoe mentions.
SJ
I've had plenty of beers and chat with Murf (our son's were born within a couple of days of each other), other times he's rushed off his feet and stressed, goes with the territory I guess. Big place to run with the food and the rooms.
Great place overall, as are the other places Raphoe mentions.
SJ