Staying in London
and waiting for our flight back to Oz, we decided to go to a pub near Victoria Station. It was near a Tesco's and Fitness first I beleive.

She decides to go to the toilet while I get some drinks.

The pub had a beer festival on to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trafalgar. I decide to partake in a local drop, as I am partial to regional beers, and there were a number on offer.

The Eastern European barmaid pours me a pint of some beer, and I get a wine for her. Beer looks flat, but that's never stopped me before.

I take drinks back to table and wait. Being polite I don't want to have a drink before she gets back, but have to have one as I am quite dry. Danger.

She sees me sitting at the table, smiles and comes over.

"What's wrong?" she asks
"This beer, it's warm and doesn't taste too good" I reply
"Don't drink it then."
To which I replies and channeled my father:
"I paid for it, of course I'm going to drink it".

And our family tradition of thrift proudly continued. The pint went down alright after the initial shock of the temperature.
(Snapper-head loves a twinky anytime but especially when it's, Fri 1 May 2009, 6:46, 2 replies)

I've never had a barman refuse
to replace a pint I didn't like. Most are very polite, although one or two will try it on.
( rhebus ac201fd270c3b96beab24f2829780ab2, Fri 1 May 2009, 14:09, closed)

that's funny
I refused to do that all the time when I was behind the bar.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Sat 2 May 2009, 4:07, closed)