I have been in pubs exactly like that
the kind where everyone turns and stares at you when you walk in, and you can almost hear banjos in the distance...
(berk, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:38, 4 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

Last time I went into one like that
I'd only travelled as far as North London. I don't think they'd ever seen a man with long hair in that particular establishment before.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:39, Reply)

I've had darts stop mid-flight.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:40, Reply)

Rural Wales is an excellent place to not enjoy pubs, from experience.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:44, Reply)

Least they all speak their own language
and don't have to listen to their inane dribblings.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:47, Reply)

No, you just have to feel it
As the spittle flies all over the pub from trying to get their inebriated tongues round words which have seven consonants and a 'Y' where the vowel ought to be.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:48, Reply)

I'm having a bad flashback.

Not for the first time in my life.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 12:10, Reply)

Once you get your head around the phonetics, Welsh is actually quite logical.

( Kroney, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 12:12, Reply)

That sounds like our local,
which is why I've been in once in 6 years. Plus they think a G&T is a cocktail.
(DeeDee, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 11:48, Reply)