Doesn't always work...
I was in my local - a pub which I have frequented frequently over the many, many years. In fact, they've had so much of my money over these years that I should by rights own the fucking place outright....and some.

Anyway, one night I pop in there after working my way through the other two pubs in the village. I got a pint (I believe it was Heineken, so it must have been after it got better), went to take a sip and as I did, my nostril hairs catching fire almost immediately gave me cause to pause and take a whiff.
Good job I did too - stunk of rotten eggs. Rotten eggs that Jo Brand has farted on top of after eating 4 day old cheeseburgers and not having a shit for a week. Stunk.
Choking, I put the pint back on the bar and called over the landlady.
I held the pint up to the light to show her that through this so-called 'lager' you could barely see the light on the wall through it, and invited her to smell it.
I said "I can't drink that, it's rank"
She looked at me, and said - "You'll drink it and get out."
I replied that I would drink one that didn't smell of eggs and one that I could see through, then I'd get out and wouldn't be coming back. Ever.
I got a new pint (of something different), drunk it, and didn't go back. Ever.
She went bust about 8-9 months later, and it was turned into a strange fish and chip restaurant (strange in as much as it's clearly a pub and is Grade II - no really where you'd expect to find a chippy).
Now, I'm not saying it was entirely my not going there any more that bought in the receivers, but if that's the way she treats loyal customers, then I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did to be honest.
(dchurch bah, Thu 2 Sep 2010, 23:01, 1 reply)

Not surprised she went bust
if you don't clean out your pumps and lines regular that stuff can give you food poisoning.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 10:36, closed)