I love pubs
...absolutely adore them. I've worked in a couple as well, and have experienced many fine things that could not have happened any other place.

For example;

Once, in Edinburgh, myself and five of my Norwegian friends got a pub packed with locals to sing along to The Proclaimers' 500 miles - a song that is probably considered fairly naff even in its home town.

One time I was involved in an honest to God saloon brawl. (More a hole in the wall after hours club, actually). We were twenty or thirty people trying to beat each other up, and didn't stop until the barman actually fired a gun into the air. This was in Berlin.

And there was a great pub in southern Norway that I worked in several years ago, that decided to ban a very drunk and obnoxious farmer. He went home, got his tractor and rammed it through the plate glass window, luckily after closing time.

The most scary happening was in a wonderful pub in lovely Darlington (respatex and linoleum, you know) where I accidentally sat down at the wrong table. I've never felt as menaced by a group of female sixtysomethings in my entire life. I do think they tried to tell me that I was sat at their table, but I couldn't understand a single word they were saying, and quickly downed my pint (which was really nice, btw) and promptly exited. A close shave, methinks.

Pubs are terrific.
(sb1, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 14:13, Reply)