So I go to the Mitre ( http://1pumplane.wordpress.com/2010/05/07/the-mitre-oxford/ ) for breakfast, place my order including a half pint of Carling, and participated in this exchange:
Mitre Monkey: "We don't sell beer until 10."
drSR: "Oh, well, cancel the brekkie, then."
drSR: "Pardon me? This is a pub that doesn't sell alcohol. I can get a shit breakfast anywhere that doesn't sell alcohol. Do you realise you wouldn't even be here to try to insult me if your dad had gone to a whorehouse that didn't sell pussy?"
MM: "There's no need for that sort of language, mate."
I'll bag Carling #11 somewhere else. I think that might be for the best (something in the tone of that "mate").
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Slow Ride - on hold at 10 as of breakfast 3 Jan - probably barred from the Mitre
Posted by MW at Tuesday, January 03, 2012