Yea, let the pub be your playground



A few years back and my brother and I were down his local for a few drinks.

It was about 8 pm and still rather quiet. Quiet that is apart from two kids, a boy and a girl who were hopped up on too much sugar.

They were chasing one another around the pub, climbing on the sofa benches and knocking against tables.

We gave them a few dirty looks so they shied away from us and over towards this man and a woman at the other side. The couple gave no indication that they knew the kids or had anything at all to do with them. So, the kids continued screeching their lungs out and running riot. Eventually, the woman couldn't take it anymore.


Her: I told you to go away and not bother us!

Them: But mum...

Her: You're too bloody noisy! That's why we told you to play over there (Points to our end of the pub)

Them: Grumble, grumble

Her: (Irate now) Look! Your father and I have to fucking well leave the pub in an hour because of you two*. You've already ruined our night out so fucking well shut up and go and play over there! (Points once more towards our end)


* 9 pm is the legal limit on children under 16 being in a pub.


Throughout this, the father spent his time with his head buried in a Sunday tabloid and sipping his pint as if the whole thing wasn't happening at all.


The pub had been serving food until just before we arrived and the parent's table was covered with empty plates and glasses - they must have been in the pub all day long. Hence her giving out to the kids as they prevented the parents from stopping there until closing time.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 12:23, Reply)