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Weekend roundup

In which we try not to drench anyone


It’s another sunny day in the forest, and I’m going to go out in the sunshine, to enjoy the day and get myself away from the parents. I know it’s mean-spirited of me, but I don’t appreciate spending time with them. They manage to be intensely annoying without really realising what they or doing, or why it annoys me so much.

Discovery of the weekend so far: the pubs round here now have vending machines selling cheap sex toys, in the ladies’ loos. I am told, at any rate.

Things I need to learn not to do: flinch quite so much as I do. I particularly need to learn not to flinch when I am sitting in a pub next to someone, because, jumping suddenly, I am liable to flick their drink all over the table.

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Land Of Green Ginger

In which we go to Hull


Was over in the Republic of Hull at the weekend, and popped in a pub in the city centre, called Ye Olde White Harte.* It’s a very old pub indeed, full of tiny rooms and dark wood panelling, and it’s been on the site for around five hundred years or so. Back in the seventeeth century the Siege Of Hull, one of the opening skirmishes of the Civil War, kicked off in the upstairs room of the pub.**

I was in the pub to go to a meeting, in the aforesaid upstairs room, full of dark wood panelling, swords on the wall, and portraits of men in seventeeth-century styles. Just as you could imagine it being back in the civil war, in fact. We sat around having our meeting, just like the seventeenth-century city leaders plotting to change the government whilst downing jars of ale. But, of course, there was a little sign on the wall next to the swords: “found during the Victorian restoration”.

Like many buildings of its age, not much of the Olde White Harte is genuine. It might be a genuine sixteenth-century pub, but much of the interior will have been redone in the 19th century, if not since, to look like the modern ideal of a genuine sixteenth-century pub. For one thing, bars were only invented in the 19th century, in railway station refreshment rooms. I have no idea what it would have actually looked like when first built, but almost certainly not how it does today.

* I don’t see why they can’t call it the Old White Hart, but apparently it’s tradition or something.

** Well, they didn’t exactly start a bar-room fight with the King, but it was where the city leaders decided to bar the gates to the royal army.

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And the winner is…

In which we fail, even though we could have won


We accidentally went to a pub quiz last night. None of us really were planning to go to one, but it just happened that the pub we were at decided to put one on.

The questions were a slightly odd mixture – celebrity gossip combined with very obscure trivia, so we weren’t really expecting to do very well. And, indeed, we didn’t, scoring only 16 out of 25. We stopped paying attention to the quiz, and didn’t even hear the announcer asking for the scored answer sheets back in.

So, it was slightly annoying, ten minutes later, when the winning team was announced. And their score. Sixteen, of course. Arse. Half of that £50 could have been ours!

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