Went for a quick drink with a pal the other night, it was to a pub that I hadn’t been to for a while.
He wasn’t there, so as is my usual habit I went to the bar and ordered a pint of the black stuff.
The pint was poured correctly and placed lovingly in front of me.
And then came the shock.
“Three Pounds Eighty please” sayeth the Bar Tender
At first I believe I was so stunned, it just didn’t compute, so I handed over £3.10 in coins thinking he had said £3.08, a bit pricey I thought but we are in an upmarket area.
“Sorry” he spake again “ It’s Three Pounds Eighty” enunciating more clearly, with particular emphasis on the ‘Eighty’ proffering back to me the 3 pound coins and 10 pence piece I had so recently placed in his palm.
To which in a haze, I meekly removed the 10 pence piece in his hand and replaced it with a mumbled “Sorry” and another pound coin. I was rewarded momentarily with 20 pence in change.
I stumbled away from the bar (careful not to spill a drop of the precious, precious liquid).
My chum showed up soon after and made his way to the bar, I practically threw myself in his path to stop him before he did something his wallet would regret.
“We’re not staying” said I
And we didn’t.
So a word of advice, if you intend to have a beer in The Bulls Head, Chislehurst take a bank loan.
Never in my drinking life have I paid that for a pint of beer, not even in the West End.
They say that the most expensive liquid in the world is now Ink-Jet Printer Ink, I think the Guinness at The Bulls Head could soon give it a run for it’s money
How the pint should have appeared for that price