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Etiquette Of Women Visiting Pubs. 1940's, 50's, 60's, 70's
Could a lone woman go into a pub during those times? My mum would visit pubs in the 1970's, but if she was on her own, she'd wait outside till her friend turned up. Women weren't even allowed into pubs during some erased
Can anyone add anymore insight?
Can anyone add anymore insight?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I refer JJ to my esteemed and lengthy thread on "Women Drinking Pints" - according to which well over half of our female ABers appear to be (to use JJ's words) ... Fat Lezzers ...
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Apologies to Lynn for going off topic.
As Dave's thread proved many people object to women drinking pints. I remember going into an old style boozer type pub in Pershore with some colleagues. It was a bit like the moment in American Werewolf in London when they walk into the Slaughtered Lamb, the locals all stopped and stared when we walked in. All was going well when we went up to the bar and ordered various drinks (including a pint for me), it was going pretty well until one of the guys asked for a Baileys!!!
As Dave's thread proved many people object to women drinking pints. I remember going into an old style boozer type pub in Pershore with some colleagues. It was a bit like the moment in American Werewolf in London when they walk into the Slaughtered Lamb, the locals all stopped and stared when we walked in. All was going well when we went up to the bar and ordered various drinks (including a pint for me), it was going pretty well until one of the guys asked for a Baileys!!!
Yes - back to the original topic :
I can remember the look of horror on the face of my girlfriend's father when (as he and I set out for a Saturday teatime couple of pints) she insisted on coming with us.
We spent 45 minutes in the cold, deserted, silent Lounge Bar listening to the jollity from the Public Bar wafting through the pub. Apparently he would have been black-balled if he had taken a woman into the Public.
Then she buggered off home & we trotted happily round into the Public for the rest of the session.
1979 by my reckoning ...
I can remember the look of horror on the face of my girlfriend's father when (as he and I set out for a Saturday teatime couple of pints) she insisted on coming with us.
We spent 45 minutes in the cold, deserted, silent Lounge Bar listening to the jollity from the Public Bar wafting through the pub. Apparently he would have been black-balled if he had taken a woman into the Public.
Then she buggered off home & we trotted happily round into the Public for the rest of the session.
1979 by my reckoning ...
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