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Time was when you inherited or chose a pub to be your local. Had your own regular table or bar-stool. Might even keep your personal tankard or glass behind the bar. The barman was probably ready to serve your drink as soon as he saw you walk through the door. You stayed faithful to your pub.


These days in East Dulwich? Well, the youngsters seem to flit from pub to bar on a whim.

It's not just the young 'uns either MacRoban. I 'pub shag and run'.

I find walking up to the bar and nodding at a pump serves me well, I don't look like a half pint sort of chap, so that's all right. I occasionally take a chance and enquire as to whereabouts of that 'bastard Dave', on the basis that in some bars Dave will have been a bit of a bastard.

I find walking through the door, with an 'All right John', or 'Mickey' or 'Toby' or 'Indiana' depending on the bar serves me well.

Every barmaid in ED is either 'Darling' or 'Love' or 'Sweetheart' or 'Babe' or 'Lynne'.

It's served me well enough for a number of years.

In my teens I was sitting in one of the more lively hostelries and put my arm around my girlfriends shoulder, only to be shouted at from the butch bull-dyke behind the bar to "sit properly"

I coloured, stood up and poured the remains of my drink on the floor, stomped out never to return.

bon3yard Wrote:

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> I got kicked out of the Bishop for sparking up a

> big fat one whilst helping myself to the Knobs

> Creek on Monday. Times they are a-changin'.


Bone3Yard, shouldn't that have been I Don't Like Mondays?

Let's not go dragging Bob Dylan into these things against his will.

Just 'cause he just happened to be there, that's all.

SteveT Wrote:

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> In my teens I was sitting in one of the more

> lively hostelries and put my arm around my

> girlfriends shoulder, only to be shouted at from

> the butch bull-dyke behind the bar to "sit

> properly"

> I coloured, stood up and poured the remains of my

> drink on the floor, stomped out never to return.


And your girlfriend, Steve what of her? She that you left behind in that bar?

After pouring your remains - on the floor.

She remembers you.

Davina, she eerrm calls you.

SteveT Wrote:

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> In my teens I was sitting in one of the more

> lively hostelries and put my arm around my

> girlfriends shoulder, only to be shouted at from

> the butch bull-dyke behind the bar to "sit

> properly"

> I coloured, stood up and poured the remains of my

> drink on the floor, stomped out never to return.


So did they have rules about public displays of affection in pubs back in the olden days? What position did they take on blowjobs in the toilets?

Brendan wrote:So did they have rules about public displays of affection in pubs back in the olden days? What position did they take on blowjobs in the toilets?

The kneeling position I assume Brendan, ladies that I knew didn't do bj's


Jah Lush wrote:What an awful waste of beer.

Yes it was Jah but I did it only the once and felt it was good to release my anger, tension, and embarassment.


HonaloochieB wrote: And your girlfriend, Steve what of her? She that you left behind in that bar?

After pouring your remains - on the floor.

She remembers you.

Davina, she eerrm calls you.


No HB, the Davina I dallied with was much later in my love life, she met an American and went to Arizona to live.

and the Lady I was with on that fateful night, 'Glenys' (my first meaningful relationship) is happily married and lives in Derbyshire.

We are still good friends.

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