We're going down the pub!

The Boss has her autopilot turned on and like a beer seeking missile is heading for the door.

The weather today has been dreadful, storms, torrential rain, the odd clear spell, howling wind and grey skies.

I took several shots but they were all washed out and grey, so here's one I did as we went to the weekly quiz.

The Rose used to be a proper pub, stone floors, oak beams, then a big brewery got hold of it and carpeted it and put in plush furniture, but it was still a local pub.

Then they did a refurb, built an extension and now it's almost a gastro pub, Sometimes it's hard to get a seat because tables have been booked for meals, and they eat, have one drink and then b*gger off. You can tell it's not a proper pub anymore because there are no beer mats on the tables, you have to fetch your own from the dispenser on the bar.

Tonight I counted 14 students , with three tables pushed together, with three drinks between them. Were they eating ....no! Were they doing the quiz....no!
Were they just sitting and texting.....yes! And then about 10 they all got up, left and roared out of the car park in a selection of hot hatches!

It's a pub, not a bloody youth club!

You wouldn't go into a restaurant, sit at a table and refuse to eat, why sit in the pub and not drink! I know we wouldn't have done that in my day, and if we'd tried we'd have been turfed out!

I told you a few weeks ago I'd blip on the demise of the pub, well I have now!

Rant over until next time.