Pubs

bessed: White Horse Tavern on Hudson Street. Is where Dylan Thomas drank hymnselvefth too deth.
A grate place too get waistied n if ur lucky, barman will giveu free drinks every phew! rounds

wurssed: dunno, to many too mention rly. any place with lotsa english peepul innit i gess

A pub experience is not a static thing and the beauty is the experience can change every visit.

The coal hole.

comment by 4zA (U22472)
posted 13 hours, 6 minutes ago
bessed: White Horse Tavern on Hudson Street. Is where Dylan Thomas drank hymnselvefth too deth.
A grate place too get waistied n if ur lucky, barman will giveu free drinks every phew! rounds

wurssed: dunno, to many too mention rly. any place with lotsa english peepul innit i gess
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Why persist with this comical character that tries to write English? No one learning English would spell like you do, you are obviously a very good English writer, so to persist with this nonsense for all these years is ridiculous. Just write normally, I doubt many would notice or care.

I’m surprised there hasn’t been a great many entries on this one. I wouldn’t be able to categorise the worst and the best that I’ve encountered though.

Dirty D*cks, near to Liverpool Street station in the City of London, is one that stands out in the forefront of my mind. I last went there around the summer of 1978, when it was in Its former ‘glory’ and when the ground floor was literally spit & sawdust, with what looked like a spittoon placed near to the bar. The cellar was where all the activity took place. Music piped through with bodies swaying to & fro, the floor awash with spilt beer, wet shoes and other unknown liquid substancex, the walls plastered with notes bearing people’s names and a general sense of ‘come here and please yourself’ in the air.

In 1992, I was billeted at R.N.A.S. Culdrose near Helston in Cornwall for a few days. I had nothing to do with the services. Someone mentioned a ‘great’ pub in town so a group of us sauntered up to the Blue Anchor. A marvellous day was had by all amidst seafaring tales related by one or two local ‘salty dogs’ and the knockout effect of Spingo ale was overwhelming.

I like the Cockwell Inn, Tilit, Herts