
Originally Posted by
SuperChuck
That's what they were doing circa 2001. At least that's what they did at the Old Ship in Hammersmith.
Being from New England, the concept of drinking outside was COMPLETELY lost on me. :)
Huh. What a weird notion. I never heard of this. I was born and raised in England and I lived in London from 1981-1989. I probably drank at the Old Ship a few times. Is that one of those pubs right on the river? Oh, for an English riverside pub on a summer evening.
I remember "last orders" vividly. A hot sweaty pub at 10:50. The barman calls "last orders". Mad rush for the bar. 11pm and the barman calls "time". Ten minutes to finish your twenty ounce pint of "premium" lager (AKA "wife-beater" or, in Scotland, "wreck the hoose juice"), before you're turned out into the freezing cold at exactly the same time as all the other drunks from all the other pubs. Fights at the bus-stop, the chip shop, the taxi-cab ranks. Excuse me, I'm getting a little choked up here. No, it's OK, I'll be alright. 
I must have been in my mid-thirties before I realized no-one would think I was gay if I didn't drain every glass of beer put in front of me. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course!
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bending over and reaching for the Crisco
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