W**kers in pubs with kids.

Stoner,,apologies..it just just touched a very raw nerve..trust me , the times people gave me and the mrs a hard time without realising we had an autistic child broke my heart..sorry, I get the drift.
Apology not needed Bert.
As it happens, i was on my way to a neighbours when i read this yesterday to take the dog to see her very autistic son. Up until recently the lad spent most of his time on the trampoline, bouncing and shouting away, but he loves my dog and would calm down whenever he saw us (even taking off his headphones). The lad is now in his teens and is a lot calmer but we still nip round to say Hi most weekends.
 
I know, in my area, what pubs are kiddy ‘friendly’ and which arent and ill act accordingly.
Dogs in pubs piss me off more. Was in a pib last weekend at 8.30pm and some ones sat there with a dog which was yapping away. The owner was seemingly oblivious !

Dogs should be outside, specially in food pubs.

Ps im a dog owner
My mutt loves the boozer and will sit quietly guarding my pint all day.
 
Totally agree. This “dog in a pub” cult that’s swapped the nation is a piss take.
Do you mean 'swamped'.
You're correct about the ever increasing number of dog owners who take their dogs into pubs too.
These people are the 'my dog's better than your dog', my car's better than your car', 'my house is better than your house', 'my neighbourhood is better than your neighbourhood', 'my lifestyle is better than your lifestyle' c*nts!!
"Well I've got a labradoodle", "He's a cockapoo". They're mongrels you feckers!!!
 
Went for a quiet drink and was about to order food yesterday afternoon in this lovely new pub. Enjoying a drink when 2 mothers came in and allowed their offspring to run riot. Their kids started running across the nice new booths whilst making an absolute racket. The two mums just sat there drinking away chatting. We ended up going to another pub.

Such awful etiquette, if you want a drink then take your kids to the wacky warehouse or a pub with a playground outside. Alternatively, keep your fucking kids quiet. The pub isn't a creche.
 
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My local food pub accepts kids on the understanding they behave. The group are otherwise asked to leave.

The beer garden is also adults only.
 
You will be pleased to know it still has the same carpet.......

Wallpaper.....
Seat covers
Tables
Chairs
Stains...... and drunks.
Reminds me of Margaret, land lady, who moved from Nelson in urmston to the volunteer 20 or 30 years ago. A bloke in the lounge who she didn't like was swearing a bit. But not too badly. Margaret informed him if he wanted to fucking swear he should fuck off and go and sit in the fucking vault
 
Reminds me of Margaret, land lady, who moved from Nelson in urmston to the volunteer 20 or 30 years ago. A bloke in the lounge who she didn't like was swearing a bit. But not too badly. Margaret informed him if he wanted to fucking swear he should fuck off and go and sit in the fucking vault
I remember Margret, she took no prisoners. Another Nelson story. Many years ago as a single lad I took a new girlfriend there. I ordered a pint and a bicardi and coke. When the drinks arrived the sweet innocent angel I was with asked the barmaid if there was any ice.
The answer 'There's more ice on the bleedin' road than in here' somewhat shocked my beau. To be fair it was winter.
 
I remember Margret, she took no prisoners. Another Nelson story. Many years ago as a single lad I took a new girlfriend there. I ordered a pint and a bicardi and coke. When the drinks arrived the sweet innocent angel I was with asked the barmaid if there was any ice.
The answer 'There's more ice on the bleedin' road than in here' somewhat shocked my beau. To be fair it was winter.
Girlfriend?
 

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Another Nelson story and this one is relevant to the OP headline .
My wife was in the Nelson with a group of Mums from our daughter’s Primary school . She went to the toilet and overheard a couple of women in the cubicle next door .
The convo went a bit like this .
“No , no , not like that , sniff it in one go “

“I can’t , I’ve never done it before “

“Oh , come on you old trout, it’s easy “
“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m your Mum”

After leaving the toilet , the good lady was astonished to see a Mother/daughter combo with the daughter roughly in her early 40 s .

Still , it’s a half decent pint in there .
 
My early days were spent at The Worker's in Newton Heath on a Sunday watching my Dad try to win bingo as my Mum was behind the bar in the mid 80s and early 90s at The Airport Hotel watching planes.
 
My local, The Volunteer in Sale, (joey Holts) there is one bloke who picks his kids up from school and takes them to the pub. In fact, as he's always in before me, he might make them walk to the pub to meet him.
Used to go in there at lunchtime when I worked on Chapel Rd Sale circa 1979
 
I watched the World club cup final in the Duke of Wellington in Blackley. Someone suggested going over to another pub as there was a band on. Full of kids at gone 9pm with all the mothers on the lash. Made an excuse I had a banging headache walked to Bowker Vale metro and caught a tram to have a couple of pints in town in peace.
 

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