I like to go to a kiosk at half time with the bairn for some hot drinks. Tonight, again, I went down when the referee blew his whistle for half time and still hadn't been served with just a couple of minutes to go before the second half resumed. I get more pissed off now when it happens, because now I've got the bairn with me, and obviously I like to make sure she's warmed up, etc... I would like us to start using the same system, that works in the Netherlands. There's no cash inside the stadium, just tokens. There's machines around the stadium that you can pop your money into and it spits out tokens, which you then use to purchase whatever it is you want. This method means that the guys serving you aren't having to go off and find change for every customer they serve. It's simply there's your drinks, thanks for the tokens, Next... Without putting a bloody business plan together, it would simply work something like every token would be worth £2.50. If you wanted one pint then it would simply say on the menu, 1 pint = 1 and half tokens (tokens are plastic and can be snapped in half). Something like a pie or a hot drink would be 1 token, and, chocolates or crisps would be half a token. It's a system that I've tried, seen working and easy to understand. That was in a different country too... I would like to see it brought in over here, then long queues would be a thing of the past
Great idea but it depends on the dummies behind the counter having the drinks ready and understanding the system, most of them are students and wouldn't have an ounce of common sense between the lot of them.
Take some bait and a flask like the owld shipyard lads used to do when they worked a 5.5 day week. It might sound crude and old fashioned, but you and the bairn could sit and enjoy it..
So simple yet I had never thought of that I'm not taking a packed lunch though, I'll look like a right hobo.
Nothing changes with the service, mate. The only difference is the method of payment. P.s, I can see students and ex-students, jumping all over your comment, btw
Nah, mate. Real hippies didn't eat or drink. They were usually quite happy people who smoked suspiciously fat ***s.
Sort of. Inside, yes. But couldn't grow my hair long or anything because it wasn't considered suitable for work then. You couldn't get a job like that. It created an odd situation - two or three of the weirdest hippies I ever met could be seen wearing suits and walking into the offices of Yorkshire Insurance on Monday morning. Strange times.
We all had our own cookers, but communal bathroom and bogs, If you wanted a bath, you would put your name and a time on a sheet of paper pinned onto the door. The landlady once told me a man only needs a sink for three things - wash his hands, fill the kettle, and have a piss.
I got served pretty quickly last night and usually do at the kiosk I go to. I have noticed that some of the other kiosks are very busy though..
i never bother at half time but nearly always get a coffee and pie before the game. last night was pretty quiet so service was 'quicker' than usual. i say 'quicker' i mean no queue but still had to wait for the idiots behind the counter to ask for our order 3 times and wait while they make the seemingly complicated cup of coffee. queuing for food/drinks is one thing but why do i spend more time queuing to get out of the stadium at the end of the game than i do to get in or get served at a kiosk? it seems like everyone in the east stand tries to go down the aisles nearest the half way line.