I went for a pint last night with some old colleagues, in what I believe is described by those ‘in the know’ as a “Bistro Bar”. What I mean is, it obviously used to be just a pub, but now they don’t stack pint pots on the shelves and you’ll find complimentary stuffed olives from Italy on the bar. Apart from that, it’s basically still just a pub as far I’m concerned. What I want to know is this. How is it that pub can offer complimentary olives from Italy to it’s customers, a pub delicacy as rare in these parts as rocking horse shit – yet they won’t stretch their hospitality to having a four pack of toilet roll from Tesco’s available in the loos?

Believe me when I tell you there is nothing quite like the panic you experience when you realise, too late, that there is no paper in the cubicle you’re using. It’s similar to that dream everyone has about arriving at school and suddenly realising you’ve forgotten to put your trousers on. One time it was first break before I was forced to admit that I wasn’t actually dreaming. (more…)

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