Post by Arnie on Jul 24, 2011 22:35:48 GMT
It was a barmy summer evening, some of the most well known dart players in Shrewsbury were off out to celebrate the upcoming marriage of David Hughes AKA YOGI. More commonly known as a Stag night.
It was agreed early on that no tricks, pranks or anything downright embarrassing was going to happen to the Stag. Basically if we had tried, we most certainly would have come out second best.
We all met at The Yorkshire House, we felt comfortable in this tavern, dartboard in the corner which had seen better days.
We all had the middle aged uniform on, checked shirts and jeans. It looked like A Jeremy Clarkson appreciation society meeting.
We then moved onto, shall we say more fashionable establishments (In other words the drinks are a lot more expensive and you can’t make out the words of the music, if there were any words!).
Sports bar down Mardol (don’t know name). Sports bar? No dartboard or domino table insight? How can they call this a sports bar? It looked more like a youth club. I think that’s has more to do with my age than the other patrons.
We then moved onto the pub down the road (again I don’t know the name). We were ordering the drinks and all I heard was “Na Bitter?, Na Bitter? You’ve no Bitter?” In a deep wearside accent. Superb! We didn’t stay there long!!!!!!!!
We then had to get back to familiar surroundings, across Welsh bridge to The Wheatsheaf, which was holding a beer festival. So with an array of different beers on offer! What did we order? the USUAL! And instead of being inside we sat outside on bales of hay! Didn’t really get it.
Back into town. FEVER? I think we ended up. What a Madhouse!
Ordered our drinks. “Bitter please”. Said the Wearside Steve . “Bitter?” said the Barman. “Yes” he replied. “It’s not very good” The barman said honestly. After 5 minutes of watching this trickle come out of the tap, He received his pint. The barman was right.
All in All a superb night, couldn’t do it every week, Just too old for this game. I bailed out at 1.
Thanks to No Bitter Steve, Kinny, Scott, Rolo and Ginger for a seriously funny night.
May I wish Yogi and Anita all the best for their wedding day. A Seriously top bloke.
It was agreed early on that no tricks, pranks or anything downright embarrassing was going to happen to the Stag. Basically if we had tried, we most certainly would have come out second best.
We all met at The Yorkshire House, we felt comfortable in this tavern, dartboard in the corner which had seen better days.
We all had the middle aged uniform on, checked shirts and jeans. It looked like A Jeremy Clarkson appreciation society meeting.
We then moved onto, shall we say more fashionable establishments (In other words the drinks are a lot more expensive and you can’t make out the words of the music, if there were any words!).
Sports bar down Mardol (don’t know name). Sports bar? No dartboard or domino table insight? How can they call this a sports bar? It looked more like a youth club. I think that’s has more to do with my age than the other patrons.
We then moved onto the pub down the road (again I don’t know the name). We were ordering the drinks and all I heard was “Na Bitter?, Na Bitter? You’ve no Bitter?” In a deep wearside accent. Superb! We didn’t stay there long!!!!!!!!
We then had to get back to familiar surroundings, across Welsh bridge to The Wheatsheaf, which was holding a beer festival. So with an array of different beers on offer! What did we order? the USUAL! And instead of being inside we sat outside on bales of hay! Didn’t really get it.
Back into town. FEVER? I think we ended up. What a Madhouse!
Ordered our drinks. “Bitter please”. Said the Wearside Steve . “Bitter?” said the Barman. “Yes” he replied. “It’s not very good” The barman said honestly. After 5 minutes of watching this trickle come out of the tap, He received his pint. The barman was right.
All in All a superb night, couldn’t do it every week, Just too old for this game. I bailed out at 1.
Thanks to No Bitter Steve, Kinny, Scott, Rolo and Ginger for a seriously funny night.
May I wish Yogi and Anita all the best for their wedding day. A Seriously top bloke.