Your Local Pub

In Emma I trust then.

I am innocent and delightful (hem) that's why I keep falling for Pete's lies/

Removing the false veil of innocence is my burden unfortunately - but I try to do it in a harmless manner with lies about eyes and rollercoasters which hurt much less than the lies told by the government. Who is the evil man here eh? Is it me with my whimsical untruths or is it the government? Eh? Eh? Eh?

(hem) indeed

;-)

My local pub is Gibneys. I only ever go there on Fridays despite the fact that have minor Father Ted stars like Father Damo doing stand up there. I make a point of asking them can they tell some jokes in the middle of their show every week. However they've started charging at the door now so I will have to find a new local. Or just boycott drinking all night in a pub.

I'm not having my hems thrown back at me by sex tourists.

Kathleen's Cafe sounds quite nice Maura.

"The Pav". It's often full of students.

future sex tourist at least please, I mean I haven't been there yet.

Ah, but you have 'friends' who know the prices in Britain ...

SEX DOMESTIC!

There's a "Pav" in Trinity College in Dublin too. They let you buy 3 cans of shit beer for a fiver. Unlike my shit college bar where everything is full price and made under proper health standards.

Several of you have been to it. The Duke of York, sing its praises.

a bit like an independent All Bar one for my liking. Nice beer though and they let us move the table etc, but where were the nooks and crannies I demand of a pub?

Anna, I may not be talking to you anymore.

My nearest pub (and not that bloody near either) is a Jim Thompson's, which doesn't really count. My nearest kosher pub is, appealingly, called the Arab Boy, and it's oaky. And okay. It does have the football on, but then I don't have any friends who live in the immediate vicinity so I always end up watching it at home or travelling into Fulham or town.

When I lived in Royal Leamington S!P!A! I lived just next to the roughest two pubs in the world, or at least I imagine they were, I never went in them. One was called the Jet and Whittle, which was nice. I had to call the police once when I saw shaven headed young gentlemen loitering outside the Jet with an iron bar, drawing a swastika onto the corner shop.

"Come with my to my nook, Thai bar girl, that I might have some fun with yours...."

But you wuv me really Chris. See how my delightful innocence melts your heart ...

Oh alright then.

D of Y - strange sepia tinted television.

can I plagiarise that one Tom?

Yes "plagiarise". Of course.

Anna, what was once Ice, indeed melted, unfortunately it's turned into slush.

ahh bless.

Get a Cranny, you two!

If she's going to go round melting people I best try harder at removing her innocence.

What's that mushy pile of goo on the floor? Why if it isn't Cabbage. His days of sex tourism seem long gone. Instead it appears tidal motion has set in.

I drive past the Arab Boy on an almost daily basis. Yet have never been in.

I best try harder at removing her innocence

That has a terrible Tess of The D'Urbavilles ring to it.

*Twiddles moustaches*

Go back to talking about pubs the lot of you.

I can't believe N. was comparing me to Tom Cruise in Risky Business, jesus you're the ones making pub threads into chances to flirt outrageously. Such a bad influence.

It's not like I do this often though Ronan, I would never be a candidate for the 1983 teen sex satire that is Risky Business

Hmm, closest to our house is probably Otra Parte, a tejano nightclub that bbqs during the day and always has big dodgy looking tourbuses in the parking lot at night. Whenever we drive by I joke about never getting to go there and Hank jokes about not wanting to get stabbed.

The next nearest after that is Ships, which is our favorite bar. Ships is little with one pool table and a great fucking jukebox (bob wills and lightin' hopkins). And it's next door to our fave restaurant, El Monterrey, so you can imagine we get a lot of use out of that particular block.

I can't remember ever indulging in the kind of sinful innuendo that goes on here. Remember, Ireland is a good straight catholic country.

It's Spring and the sap is rising Ronan - I'm sure it'll all blow over soon enough.

Gareth i am hurt. Alberta is much more classy then you give it credit for being . The closeste bars to our place is a faux pub with a sherlock holmes theme and a thai resturant that serves cocktails after 5

Anna, if you can do the Rebecca De Mornay bit I will happily give you the rest of my life.

Mark (still not recovered from the experience, age 9)

I think closest bar to me (pubs, wassat?) is "L'Héretier" (sp?) which means The Heir, I think (as in = "The Prince of Wales"). Never been inside but I think you can buy a bolleke there, so it must be good.

Ah yes, 'The Chimneys'. This is also one of those family pub affairs. Apparently families go there and are angry because the people who own it want to sell the plot to developers. it looks scary. people park their souped-up max-power type cars in the car park and seem fairly intimidating when they sit outside drinking. I don't want to go there. ever.

Nearest actual establishment-with-bar is the Sam Woo's a few blocks over. Damn good Chinese food, but I've never actually had a drink there. In terms of nearest actual honest-to-god pub or bar...nothing within easy walking distance, to the distress of us who are soaks.

I have quite a few locals being in St Kilda. The Greyhound, The Esplanade and the Prince of Wales, among others. The only one I've been to since I've lived there is the Espy. I'd rather drive across town to the Empress to go drinking.

wot the fuck are all you sad. lonely old twats talkin ABOUT????if u ask me u all sound like stupid ass raping faggots that have a wife, but that she's only for show to provide proof to your friends that you dont rape young children. you all disgust me!!

I went to T-Bird once cause it looked intriguing. I never went back, though.

I have two more or less equidistant pubs too:

The Brownswood, on the corner of Brownswood Road and Green Lanes. Mainly used a landmark when giving people directions. I haven't drunk in there for at least two years. It's just a typical residential area pub. Middle agedish, localish, largeish, serving cheap pub food specialsish. Blackboards with coloured writing. You know the kind of place. Nondescript.

The Stoke Tup on Church St. Yeach. Once the Magpie & Stump, then taken over by the Tup chain and given the 'Stoke' bit about a year ago. Very new Stoke Newington. Boring atmosphere. About the only pub in the area to chuck you out on time. Doesn't even have a pool table upstairs anymore. A bit rubb.

woo! jonnie lives in my area.

closer pubs to me than peggspub and coldplayspub is the bar at the back of our kebab shop, sans atmosphere but open till 1pm, free chips, enormous measures and decorated like your grans.

in the other direction, The Settle Inn which has the finest selection of board games in the land. well... only about seven, but the alco-buckaroo challenge is a fine, fine thing indeed.

Our Highgate spies spotted the Pegg in the Shepherd's earlier this week sleb fanz.

And I purposefully went to the off licence near the Shepherd's in the hope of bumping into him too. No luck though. But 4 cans of stella for £3.50 was some consolation.

You would not make a very good stalker Jonnie. Unless failed to mention that you drank your Stella whilst staking out the Shepherd's.

Any clues where I can bump into Jessica Stevenson. (I know she's not single, still...)

The Settle Inn quiz is free to enter and when you win a round they give you lots of free alcohol. But I kinda miss The Dog that used to be there and its great dartboard.

The Settle Inn is the one at the bottom end of Archway Road yes? It always looks a bit intriguing for some reason when I go past it on the bus.

Its a bit bright and a bit gastropubby but they do keep some nice ales in there, the staff are very nice and the food is actually very reasonable and good. But it stretches my definition of a pub admittedly.

so, it's like the Duke of York, yes?

We went to a pub near where my brother lives in Forest Gate to watch Liverpool piss on Leeds when I was over. Actually it was called the Forest Gate. And the landlord looked like Jim Royle. But the thing that struck me was that they kept bringing out dishes with prawns and mussels and stuff on them, it was so absolutely classic. Is it some kind of London thing?

The Castle, the wrong end of Oldham Street, Manchester.

This is God's Own Pub. Cheap as chips, proper beer, as old as the hills, full of marginal types but cool because Cath the landlady rules with a rod of iron. On days when there's trouble int' air she locks the front door and vets everybody when they knock on. A somewhat Cavalier attitude to license restrictions as they apply to opening times. To say the least. Darts, Bar Billiard, Pool and Pinball. I love this pub.

Plenty of proper London locals (ie not the kind of pub anyone round here goes to) lay on "British Tapas" of this sort on a Sunday afternoon. My Dad's local brings out little Yorkshire Puddings stuffed with roast beef and horseradish which are K-num.

Settle Inn is probably even more All Bar One-ish that the Duke O'York because they do proper food - not Thai Muck.

mmmm, there's a pub on the Thames which I've been to a few times with several people who post here that puts out roast potatoes, yorkshires and gravy on a big salver on the bar. I believe PF is a big fan of this practice.