Kristal
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In reference to Mirelle's earlier recollection of the days when mere yachtsmen dare not enter the Butt at Pinn Mill for fear of the bargemen, I have to report that things are (almost) worse than we thought.
Popped along for lunch at the request of a friend, and joy of joys, and most unusually for a Saturday lunchtime, we found a table in the cosy "Smoke Room", a sort of snug they set out for smoking diners. A pint of Broadside before me, I lit up a comforting cigarette.
It wasn't long before my quiet puffing was interrupted by the pointed coughing of a just-pubescent teenager, the audible whispering of her younger sibling ("mummy, they mustn't do that"), and, last of all, a request for us to desist from their parents. I naturally refused, observing that if you will sit and order your lunch in the clearly-labelled "Smoke Room", you can jolly well put up with it. One tries to be a considerate smoker, but in a public house where they specifically nominate an area, it's beyond a joke.
I should like to see them insist on a bar-full of bargies extinguishing their pipes. Not the pub's fault, but just another example of tedious home-counties gentility trying to absorb a quiet country pub into it's safe and spotless innerverse. Damn their eyes.
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Popped along for lunch at the request of a friend, and joy of joys, and most unusually for a Saturday lunchtime, we found a table in the cosy "Smoke Room", a sort of snug they set out for smoking diners. A pint of Broadside before me, I lit up a comforting cigarette.
It wasn't long before my quiet puffing was interrupted by the pointed coughing of a just-pubescent teenager, the audible whispering of her younger sibling ("mummy, they mustn't do that"), and, last of all, a request for us to desist from their parents. I naturally refused, observing that if you will sit and order your lunch in the clearly-labelled "Smoke Room", you can jolly well put up with it. One tries to be a considerate smoker, but in a public house where they specifically nominate an area, it's beyond a joke.
I should like to see them insist on a bar-full of bargies extinguishing their pipes. Not the pub's fault, but just another example of tedious home-counties gentility trying to absorb a quiet country pub into it's safe and spotless innerverse. Damn their eyes.
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