Remember the family hostile pub that Carolyn and I spotted last month? Well, I somehow managed to drag Stense into it on Monday. Actually, dragged is an awfully inappropriate word.
What a fantastic pub! Full of grown-up people enjoying grown-up beer and grown-up food in an altogether grown-up environment.
I was totally out of my depth.
On our way out, we couldn't believe our luck when we saw a family of four reading the blackboard outside. "Oh, it's not fair! Children aren't allowed in!" moaned one of the sprogs.
"Just like it was when I were a lad, kid," I wish I'd said.
Make the sprogs stand outside in the cold with a packet of crisps and a lemonade I say. It never hurt us.....well actually it did. I still feel warped about it. But it's only fair to pass on the life's little pageants.
Lemonade?! LEMONADE??!!! Ooooooh, listen to the posh kid. All we could ever afford was 'corporation pop'.
Lemonade!
A friend mused as we went into his local. 'I remember when this pub served one thing, and it was called beer.'
Corporation pop?..luxury! Our dad would give us a paper cup & show us where the lavvy was!
I assume the title is from "Those little bastions can wait outside", or some such saying.