Upmarket
I got my first bar job at Christmas in 1994. The pub that took me on was situated precisely on the boundary between a middle-class area and a slightly down-at-heel council estate. It had two bar areas and you couldn't get between them without going outside. The middle-class bit was better furnished, but the beer was a penny a pint cheaper on the council estate side.

Even the range of drinks was different: you could get a pint of mild on the "poor" side, and people'd ask for odd mixtures that were new to me: half-and-half, which is half bitter and half lager, or Mickey Mouse, which (inexplicably) was half bitter and half mild.

I preferred working in the shabbier bar - the people there were friendlier - and I was on the rota to work there at lunchtime on Christmas Day. It was quiet, and I was on time-and-a-half, so all was well.

"Just 'cos it's Chrzmz," slurred one punter, "gizza white wine."
She wobbled slightly. It might have been the weight of mascara that was doing something to her balance.
"Medium or dry?" I asked.
"Got any sweet?"
I winced, but found the cheapest sweetest wine I could.
"Luvverly," she said. "Now, could you put me one of them cocktail cherries in? Just fer make it proper classy, y'know?"
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 12:47, 2 replies)

Hmm
I wonder if it's a sort of 'extended' nickname...

Up here (Preston), it's a Pint of Mixed .. Micks? Mickey Mouse?

God Knows...
(ArfurDaley Must try harder., Sat 7 Feb 2009, 20:30, closed)

@ enzyme
Was it crackhouseceilidhband? She seems to stalk you and your tales...
(Apathyman Prepare to be underwhelmed..., Mon 9 Feb 2009, 13:30, closed)