Oct 03


Proven By SciencePost a comment • 900 views

DRINK IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE: go on, it’s an experiment you can do in the pub!

I drank far too much

Pumpkin PublogPost a comment • 327 views

I drank far too much in the Horse and Groom last Wednesday, and when I went to bed the room was gently spinning around me. I noticed that it was spinning anticlockwise, and I wondered if I could make it go the other way; for a while I thought I could, but then I realised that it was still going anticlockwise and I’d just been confusing myself. This sparked the question – does the room always spin anticlockwise when you’re drunk? Conversations with fellow drinkers have suggested that it might do (evidence of staring at clock faces was cited), but there’s clearly a need for further study here. Who’s game?

Sep 03

I’m sure I’d make a terrible barman

Pumpkin PublogPost a comment • 428 views

I’m sure I’d make a terrible barman, and I’m sure my first night on the job would be a disaster, but I’m also sure I’d be nowhere near as bizarrely inept as the girl who served me after work last night. ‘I’d like a Carlsberg, a Carlsberg shandy, a Grolsch and a Shires’ was met with a panicked look, so I decided to go through them one by one. The Carlsberg turned out to be a pint of export, which raised my suspicions; but I really wasn’t expecting the blank look that greeted the request for a shandy. Fearing that she was having trouble with my pronunciation (she had something of an American accent) I hesitated to explain that I wanted half a lager and half a lemonade in the same glass, but she was relieved rather than insulted by my explanation. The inevitable beer followed by lemonade followed by fizz everywhere disaster over, she proceeded to fill a pint glass with head from the Grolsch pump.

I didn’t find this strange ‘ perfectly understandable on your first night behind the bar ‘ but her attempts to pour me Young’s rather than Shires made me begin to wonder if she’d been given any training whatsoever. When a request for a packet of ready salted crisps was met by a blank look and then, following further explanation, a packet of mini cheddars, I began to suspect she’d never been in a pub before. Finally, she glanced around for a couple of seconds before requesting ‘5.45, which seemed suspiciously cheap; when my ’10 note resulted in ‘6.55 change I really should have said something, but the round had taken 10 minutes already and I feared I’d never make it out.

Bar managers ‘ for pity’s sake, give your staff some training before you put the poor souls out to work on a Friday night.