I do find this thread amusing so very well thought up Godders....unique! Just one thing though, call me soft but I have a heart and a select few have targeted one member tonight and singled him out when he isn't a bad guy...he is a saint with a strong opinion who does want the best so although I agree with Godders in maybe getting the feel good factor back, if your going to do it....do it right. I will have a drink with you gomarchingin!!!!
Canadian club.....for me please as a night cap.and a bag of bacon bites. JWP is going to be the real deal no doubt if he keeps growing,learning and developing he will be huge for us in the near future.
Sorry lads I have been down to tha cellar and to my horror we have drunk all the stock so the bar is empty, I checked the accounts and it appears there is no money in the bank for new stock. The bar maid is miffed at not being paid and has gone to work for the Slug and Lettuce . I have promised to pay her once I can scrape a bit of cash together. My accountant has forbidden me from employing any more staff and from now on the only drink I can offer you is a glass of water. The toilets haven't been cleaned because I have made the cleaner redundant and they are starting to smell a bit and the whole place is in desperate need of a refit A rather tubby Arab called by this morning and made me an offer for the pub but I am not sure he has much more money than me and is therefore probably skint. The brewers have just called by and have put up a new sign and to my horror they have changed the name of the pub. From now on it is to be known as: The Portmouth Arms.
This establishment has been closed by order of the Official Receiver. Anyone who knows the whereabouts of the last owner should contact his or her local Police Station.
Nice one St G Excellent thread. Its taken me a while to read all the posts, so i am surprised your business was not making a profit, all though the free bar wont help. You either have holes in your pockets or your spending to much time in a certain area of Eastleigh.
Mine's a lemonade, lemon, no ice, Mr taxman, who has inexplicably taken over this bar. There is a pub (and a railway station) called The Portsmouth Arms. I guess it says wonders for the quality of geography taught in that renowned city that the pub can be found about half-way between Exeter and Barnstaple.
We shall not, we shall not be moved, we shall not, we shall not be moved, just like a pub that's standing by the waterside, we shall not moved.
