Back from the pub?

[Bob U]

I'm just home from the pub. It's funny it always seems to be the usual suspects on line this time of night. Pity we haven't got a chat room.

Sorry, just looked again and Rick has obviously called it a day and gone to bed.

[Paddy_NL]

I'm in the office (almost as usual)

[Bob U]

I just left my office. closing time in the UK is 10:30 on Sunday

[rcutler]

I had been at Silverstone for the Britcar 24 hours so guess what I had not got much sleep on Saturday night.

The race was brilliant. I will write a up a bit with photo's and post in the relevent thread.

BTW. Why do pubs have to close soooo early on a Sunday??? (licensing laws i guess but thought they were more flexible)

[fagey]

a few years ago it was illegal to dance in a nightclub on a sun night!!  bouncers warning you for even swaying to the music!!   now its much better.. sunday nights are the same as any other night.. pubs kick out time of 11.30 and clubs 02.30 am

[Doris]

BTW. Why do pubs have to close soooo early on a Sunday??? (licensing laws i guess but thought they were more flexible)

They don't Rick.  The Licensing Act of 2003 abolished fixed closing times.  If you drink in a pub that still closes at 10.30 on a Sunday this could either be due to clauses in the premises license, or (more likely) the landlord wanting an early night. 

My pub closes at midnight every night.  Great!   

[Andy Zarse]

Chris Z and myself nipped into the local yesterday afternoon about 5.00pm for a quick "refresher" following a hard day's car cleaning, his Renault had to be seen to be believed. There were things growing in the boot which I'm sure the British Museum would be interested in cataloguing.

Anyway, we stayed in the pub slightly longer than originally anticipated and the effects of the latest craze for drinking bottled cider over crushed ice are still being felt. There's things they don't tell you about this practice in the Magners TV advert, like don't drink ten bottles on an empty stomach. Nor do they mention about the flying rhinosceroses circling around your head in a rather aggressive manner and shouting out "fishpaste you bastard". I was susrprised too by my repeated failed attempts to reach out and grab at the moon, I can't think what came over me. But I can now see what God got so hett-up about with the carryings on in the Garden of Eden, apples look innocent enough but boy are they the devil in disguise.

There's a point that taking refreshment crosses the line into madness and it's at times like that I wish I were a tramp so I could sleep it off rather than having to come into the office. Now where's that soup kitchen...?

[amazing 1]

So we are not feeling well today Mr.Zarse?

[Andy Zarse]

No Randy, I'm not feeling desperately chipper today.

I'm fairly sure the house got broken into last night whilst I was asleep, someone had been in my room and hurled my clothes around everywhere, I'm pretty certain it wasn't like that when I went to bed as I always take them off and fold them up neatly. They carefully removed all the cash out of my wallet too, then went downstairs, piddled all over the toilet seat and cooked themselves a bacon and fried egg sandwich. Who ever it was had failed to turn off the stove, the kitchen was like an oven when I got up this morning; I could have been burnt alive in my own bed. Bastards. I'd phone the police but they're not very interested in burglary these days.

[Doris]

Andy I'm shocked and disappointed.  I thought you were au fait with cider and all the evil it conceals - especially that sweet struff you tried to plam off on unsuspecting bystanders at the Le Mans Classic.  Falling foul of something so commercial as Magners is a schoolboy error and you should be ashamed of yourself!   

[amazing 1]

No Randy, I'm not feeling desperately chipper today.

I'm fairly sure the house got broken into last night whilst I was asleep, someone had been in my room and hurled my clothes around everywhere, I'm pretty certain it wasn't like that when I went to bed as I always take them off and fold them up neatly. They carefully removed all the cash out of my wallet too, then went downstairs, piddled all over the toilet seat and cooked themselves a bacon and fried egg sandwich. Who ever it was had failed to turn off the stove, the kitchen was like an oven when I got up this morning; I could have been burnt alive in my own bed. Bastards. I'd phone the police but they're not very interested in burglary these days.

ROTFLMAO !

I can picture it now.

[Andy Zarse]

Doris, in mitigation I can only say it takes a real professional to get knocked down by the sucker punch; I honestly never saw it coming.

PS, that burglar was a filthy swine, I've just noticed there's a pool of drying vomit in the front garden. Maybe the egg disagreed with him?

[Snoring Rhino]

Oooooh, Just got back for the Pub (Reading 1 Man City0000), dont think I'll have that sarnie now.

[smokie]

Just back from the pub here too...

Last night I found myself in a pub in Huddersfield where there was a distinctly dodgy bit of karaoke going on. But as it didn't close until 12:15 who am I to complain? 

[nickliv]

Andy.

I've had a similar experience. I believe the culprit is known as the beer pixie. He makes friends with you in the pub when you are spectacularly drunk, spirits you home (If you get in a taxi with him, the fare is ALWAYS seventeen pounds) he then will wreck your house, from the key scrapes on the front door to the muddy footprints on the sofa. At some point you will upset him, earning yourself a proper beating, the after effects of which linger well into the following day, he puts you to bed in your clothes, takes all the money out of your wallet, and to let the other beer pixies know that he's already friends with you, his parting gesture is to take a dump in your mouth.