Come in, sit down and look out, at the people outside, in the rain, standing up, looking in.
There is now a jukebox and a big screen, both provided for your greater pub enjoyment. Both are accessed from the green bar under the banner up top.
Cheers!
28 Jan
The Lounge Bar
Ye Little Green Ale'y Inn 
Posted by Shakin' Lightshade on September 5th, 2010 at 22:04
There’s nothing to see. Move along, please, and buy a drink, why don’t you. TV? Jukebox?
{forced smile}
Posted by omvendt on September 5th, 2010 at 21:56
Rum goings on in this pub!
Posted by Shakin' Lightshade on September 5th, 2010 at 17:28
Hows this boss? Should I keep quiet too?
I hope nobody tries to plug me tail in.
Posted by yoda on September 5th, 2010 at 17:50
That’s fine.
Yes, quiet as a mouse.
No food or drink for a while. Offer it up, and keep it in. You can go out to the beer garden after dark, but wear an air raid blackout drape, or similar.
Any rumbling or snoring, and I will plug your tail into the mains.
Got all that?
{The lightshade appears to nod, then shakes to the sound of stifled excited giggling}
Posted by Brother Burrito on September 5th, 2010 at 11:34
Help me please, Master Yoda!,
I’ve been overdoing it next door, and now I have got MI5, CIA, MOSSAD, KGB, and the Jesuits, on my tail.
What shall I do?
Posted by yoda on September 5th, 2010 at 11:45
Quick!
Put this lampshade on your head, and stand in the corner.
They’ll never see you there.
Posted by yoda on September 3rd, 2010 at 21:55
Hello Bernadette,
Put a video on the jukebox. Instructions on the Help! page.
I’ll mix us a cocktail.
Posted by johnhenrycn on August 2nd, 2010 at 22:29
All the staff laid off, too, I see. Month old papers on the table…
Posted by Caroline on August 1st, 2010 at 04:28
jh, do get over it. F.R. is not a bad egg. Time for you to kiss and make-up. 😉
Ansel Adams, eh? Well, at least you can’t be accused of not having standards!
Posted by johnhenry on July 31st, 2010 at 05:08
“Roaring fire, horse brasses, hand drawn ales, there are. This is the main bar.”
And a deader and stiffer one, I can’t imagine. I mean, really, look at the photo (top right). Not a human(oid) in sight. Give me the Rover’s Return any day during Lent, and I’ll show you a livier crew.
P.S: Would someone please tell Frere Rabit/Piligrimin ( with whom I refuse to inter-act directly), that I am thoroughly enjoying his bicycle (or should that be “velociraptor” – Lordy – how pretentious is that?!) trip through France and Spain(?). Excellent photography, I must say. I bought an upmarket digital camera (or “daguerreotype”, as his Pretensiousness would say) two years ago, and it’s still in the box; but his photo-montages give me reason to hope that I, too, may eventually be grouped with Ansel Adams among the Greats. (What?)
Posted by teresa on July 30th, 2010 at 21:15
Friday evening. people are all saving in the economical crisis?
Posted by The Raven on July 28th, 2010 at 21:23
Pint of porter, if you have it, barman! And none of that Rigellian muck that you tried to give me last time
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 27th, 2010 at 22:42
As we all know, nostalgia just ain’t what it used to be.
Get down with the kids.
Everyone must see Toy Story 3.
Posted by Caroline on July 27th, 2010 at 01:37
AHHA: Ian McShane; Lovejoy.
Posted by Caroline on July 27th, 2010 at 00:55
Thanks. Watched MI5 the other night. It’s OK sometimes, but I don’t watch TV often anymore. I adored Ian Richardson as the evil F.U. And there were a couple of whodunits starring someone whose picture I saw just the other day, and now I have already forgotten his name. He was a PI on one of the Channel Islands [a million years ago], and there was a more recent series that was on here as well. I can see his face, but I will probably go slowly nuts until I remember his name……AHHA. Found it. John Nettles: Bergerac and Midsomer Murders! And now I am thinking of Ian….. sigh…..premature senility….. I can see his face, too. He was also in some rather crappy movie versions of Dick Francis novels….. To Be Continued when I can come up with his name/series……
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 26th, 2010 at 14:13
Edge of Darkness, excellent, but make sure it is the BBC 6 hour version from1985, and not the recent Mel Gibson movie-no good.
Posted by The Raven on July 26th, 2010 at 08:37
I’m not much help Caroline, I haven’t seen much TV since I went off to Polytechnic over twenty years ago.
I guess the one show that did stick in my mind was the original version of Edge of Darkness, starring Bob Peck – probably hideously dated now, but it seemed very suspenseful at the time.
Posted by Caroline on July 26th, 2010 at 02:25
Test
Posted by Caroline on July 26th, 2010 at 02:23
And WHY did I turn into a blue pinhead with shades??!
Posted by Caroline on July 26th, 2010 at 02:22
Thank you Raven. My interests lie more in whodunits and period pieces. I’m watching a “new” Poirot at the moment. It’s still David Suchet, of course; he pretty much owns that role. Any suggestions along those lines? Why does this thing require my name email and [non-existent] website now??
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 26th, 2010 at 00:28
Thanks, Raven
Posted by yoda on July 25th, 2010 at 22:52
Yes Raven, very good series that is: Cardiac Arrest, written by ex junior doctor ‘Jed Mercurio’.
Excellent follow up series: Bodies from some ten years later. Both intelligent and gripping, with a lace of humour.
Posted by The Raven on July 25th, 2010 at 22:12
Caroline, JH
If you want good Britsh Drama that deals with doctors, try “Cardiac Arrest” ( I don’t know whether it’s available on DVD or whatever as I haven’t owned a TV for ten years and I’m a bit out of date with such things!).
Posted by alba on July 25th, 2010 at 01:15
WARNING – I hope my link hasn’t made anyone else’s computer crash. I’ve found that if I pass the cursor over an Internet link on this site, my computer crashes. It’s done it several times now.
Posted by alba on July 25th, 2010 at 00:46
Oh, before I turn in for the night, if you people want British medicine and British TV all in one, watch this.
‘Night-night again.
Posted by Caroline on July 25th, 2010 at 00:41
There was an earlier series with Ian Carmichael, too. I’d never heard of her until Masterpiece Theatre did their Lord Peter Series. Then I found all of her books at the library. Lord Peter was never without his monocle…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Js1cgfqZPy0
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 25th, 2010 at 00:20
Dorothy Sayers is very good. Great mystery writer and Christian apologist, like Chesterton. Have never seen the Wimsey films, now added to “wish list”.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 25th, 2010 at 00:10
As for Hustle, like I say, I just received the latest season (2009) and I think, or hope, it’ll last awhile longer.
Here’s another good one – Moving On, which just started last year:
A lot more serious than Hustle, but well worth watching. The thing is, many UK videos from Amazon.co.uk are “Region 2” and can’t be viewed on a regular North American DVD player; but they are, on a computer. The video quality is slightly impaired, as a result, but nothing the average viewer would think twice about.
——
Now here’s an interesting thing. See where I said – “…but they are, on a computer”? “They’re” is a standard contraction for “they are”; but this is the first time I’ve noticed the contraction doesn’t always have the same meaning as the full two words. Funny the things we talk about in a bar, isn’t it?
Posted by alba on July 25th, 2010 at 00:00
Very good Guiness. Another pint, please, to help me sleep.
NTFBWY. Goo’ night…
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 23:45
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 23:35
Hustle?! I loved Hustle! I saw one season of it on TNT. I wonder if it’s still on? I have pretty much given up on US TV for reasons you have cited and others. I have standard cable, but pretty much don’t watch anymore, so I can’t recommend. Go to a lot of movies. A French one yesterday, “Micmacs.”
In answer to your question–one word–Hollywood.
OK, it’s a little more complicated than one word. But Hollywood is interested in whatever will sell, and you add to that the general dumbing down of everything to the lowest common denominator and you get a lot of “beautiful people” pandering to appetites fed by prurience, perversion, and gore which are expressed visually and monosylabically. Unfortunately I think the trend is starting to creep into UK and European productions, too.
One of the best things I’ve seen recently is John Woo’s Red Cliffs, the story of a third century Chinese battle. I think Netflix has both the theatrical version and the original version (which is five hours long, I believe). Here is a scene I loved of a duet between two Guqin à la dueling banjos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUZLZpaBC7U&annotation_id=annotation_956860&feature=iv
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 24th, 2010 at 23:17
My avatar was assigned to me, not chosen; but I do like the monocle. What! What!
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 23:00
Nice teeth, jh. Didn’t recognize you at first, LOL!
Sigh. Krauthammer–a non-practicing Jew and a non-practicing Enabler. I would normally agree with your statement, “once an entitlement always an entitlement.” [Democracy carries the seeds of its own destruction.] I would like to think that in this case you are wrong, however. I would like to think that this country will come to its senses, take responsibility for its wayward spending, bite the bullet, and reverse the excesses. I suppose the operative words are “would like.” No I don’t believe in the tooth fairy anymore, and yes, I have actually been perusing http://internationalliving.com/countries/
Uruguay is looking more and more attractive lately….
Thanks, the wrist has never actually been very painful except when I first did it, and the slight nausea then made me realize that I’d probably done something pretty nasty to it. I had been too lazy to take the trash to the street the night before, threw on some jeans in the AM and bolted down the driveway right into the middle of a patch of black ice; it was just major league stupidity. My friends all tell me that I should claim that I was parasailing, bungee jumping, or at least skiing…..
H8ful Haddock… there is something quite evil about that cold fish, and I never use the word evil lightly.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 24th, 2010 at 22:49
Hustle:
Thought I’d mastered the quick link function. Guess not.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 24th, 2010 at 22:47
Apropos of everything below, can someone explain why British drama is so much superior, generally speaking, to American drama? Won’t bother to give examples of U.S. stuff for comparison, because I rarely get American DVDs, whereas I love BBC, Granada, Acorn, etc., and not having TV service, I’m not really up on current U.S. programmes. (Also won’t bother mentioning Canadian drama, which is too small an œuvre to consider separately). What can compare with Inspector Morse, Ballykissangel, Hamish Macbeth, Doc Martin, The Street, not to mention mini-series and one-offs?
Ever notice how British television drama has no reluctance spotlighting older, rather plain actors? Not to say they don’t have young and attractive actors and actresses, but even they often seem to have physical features that would make them unsuitable for anything other than character parts in the U.S.
Actually, that may be part of the answer to my question. BrItish drama seems to accentuate the character of its thespians, whereas American drama spotlights specimens of physical perfection, so-called.
Just received the latest season of Hustle
from Amazon.co.uk, which prompted these reflections. Hope it’s as good as the first four.
Can anyone recommend other series from the UK that I might enjoy. The first one who mentions Little Britain will henceforth be persona non grata on the stool next to mine.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 24th, 2010 at 21:54
Caroline says:
“The jury is still out with regard to the youngest generation [ of doctors]. I suspect that they may be a wee bit less avaricious than my own. A function of realizing that remuneration MUST come down? Ie., that the payors, whomever they may be in the future, will demand it?
Charles Krauthammer in the 16 July edition of the Washington Post says:
“Consider what he has already achieved. Obamacare alone makes his presidency historic. It has irrevocably changed one-sixth of the economy, put the country inexorably on the road to national health care and, as acknowledged by Senate Finance Committee Chairman Max Baucus but few others, begun one of the most massive wealth redistributions in U.S. history.”
I don’t know if personal remuneration for U.S. physicians will come down under “Obamacare” (I love that neologism, which is going to be a nail in BO’s political coffin, inshallah); but I suspect not, and I think Dr. Krauthammer (a non-practicing shrink, btw) is right that that U.S medical care costs are going to rise to stratospheric levels, and sad to say – once an entitlement always an entitlement.
Sorry about the wrist, Caroline. “Feel your pain”, as Clinton used to say, having fallen down a flight of stairs while drunk seven weeks ago and giving my wrist a terrific wrench that still hasn’t healed. (Actually, no, I just stumbled to the floor while pulling on a sock; but I wanted to give some fish food to Haddock and the other bottom feeders on the “other blog”. Can’t believe the number of times s/he fails to get satire)
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 20:15
Abstract: Yes, US. Agreed re: sins. In US must add avarice. Blame-onomy may be the doctor or the system, ie. the payor (insurance company, HMO, PPO, or Medicare for elders or Medicaid for the poor). And avarice applies to private payors and drug companies as well as doctors. Not mad/frustrated!
You may deeply regret that you said “ramble away!” But no, I am not “hopping mad.” As I said, my hand will be fine. [But if that were not the case, then I might still be hopping.] And as for Mother’s doctors, I have come to terms with it and forgiven them. None of us is perfect. I used to manage money for other people; now I only make mistakes with my own money, LOL. What I AM is frustrated that these things should occur, and especially as often as they do, for I concur wholeheartedly re: “pride, sloth, or some other deadly sin.” But in the US where I am, you would definitely have to add greed.
When I was in college I worked for my Advisor on a longitudinal study of med students that was published I think in The Lancet. My job was coding the lengthy questionnaires for the computer. One question had to do with why they wanted to be doctors. They were to choose and rank three answers out of a possible list of maybe 15-20. Without fail, the top two answers were always either “money” and “community prestige,” not necessarily in that order. Something vaguely altruistic was always reserved for third place. As a twenty year old I was shocked, but I didn’t have to deal with doctors. My father died when I was thirty, but my mother mostly dealt with them while I kept the business going. I didn’t really have to deal much with them until Mother lost her eyesight.
Actually, I did deal with them as clients, and the really interesting thing is that you would have thought that my pronouncements on the Market were absolute Pearls of Wisdom! I got rather used to them paying attention when I spoke (sin of pride, perhaps?), but once I was on their turf with Mother, the table was turned. Speaking of paying attention: one of them insisted on giving me his private line in the office. When I demurred that I did not want to interrupt him when he was with a patient, he said not to worry and insisted that I use it! He was a family friend and one of the better doctors in the small town where we used to live. He was the older generation, and though I think his priorities were somewhat screwed up, they didn’t come close to what I have seen in my own generation–the ones who filled out the study questionnaire and who now reign supreme in the hallowed halls of our hospitals. [And golf courses.] The jury is still out with regard to the youngest generation. I suspect that they may be a wee bit less avaricious than my own. A function of realizing that remuneration MUST come down? Ie., that the payors, whomever they may be in the future, will demand it?
More to be said regarding the Hippocratic Oath, a sense of vocation, and the American Medical Association as a glorified labor union. Medicine as a percentage of GDP? And who gets to make the decisions? Accountability!!! But I shall let you off the hook for now!
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 24th, 2010 at 18:28
Ramble away dear Caroline!
Gosh, the health systems in our two countries differ alot. (you are USA, arent you?)
I have not heard of such negligence as you describe, but that may be a sampling error. That means I may not have lived enough lifetimes.
I have witnessed much negligence and malpractice though. In every case, in my humble opinion, it has been due to pride, sloth, or some other deadly sin.
Because of the different funding systems in our two countries, the “blame-onomy” is different too. UK patients, whose care is essentially free at the point of delivery, are more likely to blame the system than the physician.
You are, patently, hopping mad. Peace be with you! You know, of course, the Catholic response to unearned suffering. My prayers, for you and yours. God love you.
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 17:32
The dosage info is readily available online now, but it wasn’t then. However, the info re: Anti X a testing vs. Prothrombin tests came with the package insert!
Doctors do not want to hear it. It is not so bad when it is just for one’s self. But when one is a care giver, it is much worse. It is like managing someone else’s money. For me, dealing with a lot of her doctors (and their gate-keepers) was worse than dealing with the medical problems themselves. It was like walking on egg shells: “do I dare bring this up again;” “how far can I push it,” etc. What if I offend him/her? Will Mother suffer for it? I could have dragged her to one of the other university hospitals, which I did for her eyes, but that presented another whole set of problems for her. Like waiting till after 6PM to be seen for an 11AM appointment. And the doctors there are not so different, except maybe even bigger egos. I went to school there myself [not Med school], so I know this for a fact. But I have also met some extraordinarily kind doctors there, too. In fact, maybe one day I will tell you about one in particular, who, with his wife, went so far beyond the normal “Good Samaritan” role when Mother was hospitalized for PE’s that it was quite astonishing. I did not know that they were Catholic until one day I was having dinner with the priest who later confirmed me, and I was telling him and his sister about these people who had been so marvelous ten years previously, and it turned out they were all quite good friends!
My wrist/hand will be fine, thank you. It will take a year for the bones to fully re-model. I’m not sure what a “junior” doctor is. What we would call an intern or resident? I was seen by two different partners in a private orthopedic practice, each with more than twenty years experience. They re-Xrayed several times. I suspect, for several reasons, that the first one may have been impaired, and the second was merely covering up for him. Yes, dominant. A nice clean break which the hand specialist reduced with a titanium screw. The ligament damage was worse than the break, but he wired them back together. I only had a nerve block so I got to watch him scope it. The ligaments looked like cotton candy! The thing is that the ligament damage was exactly as he predicted it would be, and the first practice should have known this and referred me immediately. The irony in all this is that the friend who arranged for me to be seen is married to a woman who specializes in defending doctors and institutions in malpractice cases. Sorry for rambling on so.
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 24th, 2010 at 10:20
Yes, I mean no, no money etc.
Sorry Master.
Posted by yoda on July 24th, 2010 at 10:08
Good morning everyone, a bit groggy, this morning, I am.
Drowning my sorrows, in the profits, last night I was.
BB, no money changing hands during your consultations, ON MY PREMISES, there is, I hope?
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 24th, 2010 at 08:55
Knock ’em out Caroline! Way to go.
I wish more patients in Britain could be as clued up as you, and more doctors humble enough to listen to a patient’s well researched concerns.
I have used enoxaparin for prophylaxis of deep vein thrombosis around the time of surgery, and in ICU, and for myocardial infarction. As coagulation therapy is a complex subject, I am always guided by haematologist colleague’s advice. Long term outpatient use is outside my field, but ten second’s googling came up with
http://uwmcacc.org/Enoxaparin.html
which seems pretty clear to me.
Re the wrist: were you treated by a junior doctor? In UK, you would have been reviewed by a senior orthopaedic surgeon within a week, re-Xrayed etc. Was it your dominant arm?
I am sorry for your troubles.
Posted by Caroline on July 24th, 2010 at 05:41
BB
Re: the Lovenox. Off label PROPHYLACTIC use as a substitute for coumadin/warfarin because oncologist couldn’t get her regulated. Large knots every time I gave her a shot. Could NOT get him to do an Anti Xa test on the grounds that “LMWH didn’t need follow up.” I must have asked at least 4 times over 8-10 months. Asked pharmacist to figure proper dosage–he couldn’t. Comes in pre-filled syringes as you probably know. Called manufacturer to ask proper dosage and got “consult your health care professional.” Told that effing moron that if I could get a straight answer from my “health care professional” I would not be bothering his sorry A$$. [ I didn’t say that; I just wanted too]. Consulted geriatrician. Actually it was his Nurse Practitioner, a pretty shrewd woman. I think she realized that I knew what I was talking about. She came back from talking to him and said that he’d do a Pro Time. I told her that a Pro Time wouldn’t work for LMWH–it HAD to be an Anti Xa. She went back to him a second time. Same moronic answer. This is NOT rocket science BB. When I finally managed to get the oncologist to do the Anti Xa–after she’d been on it for at least EIGHT MONTHS, it turned out that he’d had her on a THERAPEUTIC dose. It had to he HALVED!!! Really great for an eighty-something with severe WET Macular Degeneration,eh? I did, of course, scour the internet for dosage guidance, but there was none that I could find at that time. This is only one of a whole string of incidents I could cite. Have mostly gotten over them except that a similar thing happened to me in February vis a vis a broken wrist with ligament damage to the hand that should have been referred for surgery immediately [according to the hand surgeon] instead of having an orthopedist slap a cast on it the same day as the injury. By the time I realized that I had a problem it was almost too late for surgery–three weeks after the injury. That was February; I still have some slight compartment syndrome despite therapy. The thing is that none of these things have been rocket science. They just weren’t paying attention, and they just weren’t doing their jobs! And it’s not like we live in the back of beyond. This is not a university hospital, but I live within an hour of three different university hospitals, one of which is recognized as one of the top five in the world. [The moron geriatrician did a fellowship there]. And we are relatively well-educated, intelligent and affluent; what happens to all the ones who aren’t? Who can’t/don’t/won’t question things? I shudder to think….
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 24th, 2010 at 00:12
Alba, so lovely to see you!
yoda’s business plan is not looking so healthy at the moment, I agree.
DT’s blog is so toxic right now, yoda thought it a good idea to provide a safe haven where discussion could continue untroubled by the evil ones.
Maybe, give it time. The aim is not to compete with DT, but to show Damian that firm leadership, troll weeding, and active participation in his own blog are the answer.
I pity him for his hard situation. His blog has to attract visitors for business reasons. Sadly, for ideological reasons, it is attracting the wrong sort.
Posted by alba on July 23rd, 2010 at 23:46
You need to entice some more drinkers in here, Yoda.
Pint of Guiness, please.
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 23rd, 2010 at 13:54
I wonder if the trolls will turn up.
Somehow I doubt it, because they know we will get their ip addresses, and emails, and so on.
They really are twisted inside.
Posted by alba on July 22nd, 2010 at 22:22
Hello JohnHenry
Nice to see you here. I ran away from a Calvinist Zombie on the other blog. Mundabor was nothing in comparison.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 22nd, 2010 at 20:39
MysticMug/Mouse/Burrito:
“You can rest assured that yoda is not that rabit felllow.”
Which means he might be that Piligrimim / Pilligrimin fellow, right? Same thing.
Getting back to Mundabor, though. Such an important element in the chemistry of the new blog and such a shame that he and Carter (busy dusting and painting?) are no longer contributors. I must also say, however, that the Catholicism blog is not dependent on them. I’ve read some really interesting stuff there by others – you, Gertrude, JP, GlynBenedict, Teresa and (yes) Frere Rabit. Good people, all.
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 22nd, 2010 at 20:14
JH,
You can rest assured that yoda is not that rabit felllow.
That’s all I can truthfully say.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 22nd, 2010 at 19:33
“And if Mundabor is looking in, might I say this and still be your friend – can you learn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong”? Never once can I remember those words being typed by you.”
We all make mistakes, don’t we?
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 22nd, 2010 at 19:27
“loosening” up. No review button AND no edit button. Sigh.
Posted by johnhenrycn on July 22nd, 2010 at 19:26
“The Devil’s Den” might be a better name for this watering hole, since it seems to be a place for satire and lossening up. It’s the name of a song by the Irish Rovers, c. 1970s.
Who is Yoda / Little Green Isaac, the “landlord”? If he is Frere Rabit, sorry, I’m not going to be a tenant here. Maybe a thirsty stranger, now and then, but no more. His deranged conduct on the “other blog” a few weeks ago was too much, even for me, and to hear him chastise Mundabor a few days ago for insulting Fr Pilsbury was a bit rich, although if an oldtimer had done the deed, I’d have pushed the “recommend” button, if you had one.
And if Mundabor is looking in, might I say this and still be your friend – can to learn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong”. Never once can I remember those words being typed by you.
Posted by joyfulpapist on July 22nd, 2010 at 08:01
Thank you, mine host. Joke time?
An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers.
The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone.
An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more.
This happens yet again.
The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers.
Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. “I don’t mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?”
‘Tis odd, isn’t it?” the man replies, “You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond.”
The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon the Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.
Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening – he orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.
The next day, the bartender says to the man, “Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all…”
The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, “You’ll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well… It’s just that I, myself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent.”
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 21st, 2010 at 23:32
Caroline,
That bar reminds me of Damian’s blog nowadays.
I notice yoda’s noble colleague leading the protagonist thence. Good moral.
Posted by Caroline on July 21st, 2010 at 23:31
http://www.starwars.com/databank/location/moseisleycantina/
Posted by Caroline on July 21st, 2010 at 23:20
http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=pCA04lFuu6M&feature=related
Posted by yoda on July 21st, 2010 at 22:55
The clock is set to Jedi time, it is.
Stop soiling the carpet, you must.
Use some blogroll, perhaps.
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 21st, 2010 at 22:44
yoda, you forgot to set the clock to BST.
Posted by yoda on July 21st, 2010 at 22:36
Ooh! Lovely, dovely, warming up, it is!
Posted by The Raven on July 21st, 2010 at 22:31
I thought I recognised that donkey….
Posted by teresa on July 21st, 2010 at 21:46
Dear yoda, yes I will!
Thanks.
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 21st, 2010 at 21:41
Has anyone seen the parasailing donkey news item (all outlets)?
Press intrusion has gone too far.
There I was, trying to enjoy some watersport, and suddenly I am front page news.
And I wasn’t quoted once!
Posted by yoda on July 21st, 2010 at 21:36
Of course, dear teresa.
Start any topic you like. Just remember, NO religion, NO politics.
-Just joshing with you, I was!
Posted by teresa on July 21st, 2010 at 19:21
Is someone welcome here who knows nothing about star trek? (like me).
Posted by yoda on July 21st, 2010 at 11:49
Thanks Caroline.
Darth Vader never got over being bested by young Skywalker. With his helmet hung in shame, he developed gender confusion and changed his/her style somewhat, he did. The photo doesn’t do his/her seven foot frame justice. She/He’s chief bouncer.
Posted by Caroline on July 21st, 2010 at 01:47
Great job Yoda! I especially like the “24/7 scotch and yoda” But what is with the pink-faced Yoda?
The “less nice meanings.” An Urban Dictionary job I take it. I do find that thing hard to take at times!
Posted by Brother Burrito on July 20th, 2010 at 19:41
Sorry Caroline, Yoda has had to go to the Cash and Carry.
A “punter” is a British slang word meaning, among less pleasant things, a customer or client.
You can look up the less nice meanings yourself!
Posted by yoda on July 20th, 2010 at 09:39
It’s a blog Jim, but not as we know it.
Posted by Caroline on July 19th, 2010 at 19:49
Beam me up Scotty. There’re no intelligent life forms down here!
Posted by Gertrude on July 19th, 2010 at 18:58
Oh dear – not sure my avatar with the holy St. Gertrude is too appropriate for a pub!
Posted by Gertrude on July 19th, 2010 at 18:57
I think this is a really good idea – bet wee Moratinas will love it! I think I’ll retreat to the snug with all the ole girls! Good luck with it. Brilliant idea.
Posted by Caroline on July 19th, 2010 at 18:27
Yo, Yoda!
Please tell me what a punter is.
Posted by Yoda on July 15th, 2010 at 01:01
Trade is a bit quiet, at the moment, it is.
Donkey should be along any time.