I man goes up to the bar and orders a pint of Bitter. He takes one sip ,spits it out, shouts '***' slams down the glass and walks out. The next day he does exactly the same again . The third day and the landlord has had enough. As the man walks up to the bar the landlord looks at him and shouts ''*** off''
''Good'' replies the man ''Give me a Guiness ''
The last landlord of my 'Local' (before it was sold to build a block of flats) was called I P Freshwater . I kid you not.
( Ian Peter Freshwater) He had a big cartoon drawing of him peeing into a beer barrel ,on the wall of the bar.
I recall being mortified when future OH, somewhat the worse for wear, was thrown out of a pub, a Leeds brewery, when he said to the landlord, I've drunk the p***, can I go and stroke the cow.
I went into my local and ordered a strong dark beer. I was waiting for ages, when all of a sudden the barman pops up and says, "Your stout" Annoyed, I replied, "You're not so slim your ruddy self!"