Malter White Posted December 12, 2023 Share Posted December 12, 2023 Apologies if you can't open this. You may need a Facebook account to do so. But I'd love to have a pint in this pub with this crowd. Bliss. https://www.facebook.com/reel/344762091586360 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pale Man Posted December 12, 2023 Share Posted December 12, 2023 Ahhh the dreaded facebook link. Oh well Malts I'll have to use my imagination. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Back Brewing Posted December 12, 2023 Share Posted December 12, 2023 Yeah can't see it if your not on farcebook 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uhtred Of Beddanburg Posted December 12, 2023 Share Posted December 12, 2023 Looks like a propper pint not a scooner malter. Was it a confusing video 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mackbrew Posted December 18, 2023 Share Posted December 18, 2023 Ahh, the memories. When pubs were full of good people. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mackbrew Posted December 21, 2023 Share Posted December 21, 2023 My dad loved his beer and his pubs. It was his outlet to get out of the house and socialise with mates after a hard weeks work. The pubs he drank at used to have social clubs and they’d put on Christmas parties etc for the families at the end of the year. They were good times, and everyone mostly looked after each other. But then, they were the days where there was a lot of basic respect and trust between people. All the blokes would sit at the bar and put their money on the bar. The money would sit there all night, with the barmaid or publican just refilling the beer and taking money from the pile. Blokes never had to worry about counting out their money. But they were the days when dad would have a $10 or even a $20 dollar note, and he’d still come (stagger) home with a pocket full of change. Actually, he had one leg shorter than the other (results of an accident), so we’d hear him coming a mile away as the change in his pocket jingled in time with his heavy left step. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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