The Unicorn,
Coachmaker, Globe and Mango Tree – Friday
30th March 2007
Madhatters up for it
were: Yup, Mid-week Tone, Pedro,
Spikelet, Jaycee, Craigee, Stevey 60/40 Phone a friend, Chrissy 70/30 Ask the audience, Keithee's up for it,
Triglett, DCeen, Scottee
Free and Downsize Dave.
Beardee let us down
complaining of a headache!!
DCeen, up at 4.30am,
frog-legged it back from a day’s hol in gay pari to be with us for this local squarree, commencing at The Unicorn in Hanley duck. (All expenses paid of course on his
private industry outing, but we won’t mention that). He was in fact attending a meeting which
70/30 considered could be done much easier and cheaper by teleconferencing as
no-one can argue back. DC had
doubts about that one.
Pedro was
discussing his latest major project of buying a cheap computer, and now he’s
retired he was after an even cheaper deal.
Poor thing. Sinclares were
around when he began looking.
Spikelette, making a rare
appearance because it happened to be close to home, bounced into the
Unicorn. He purchased his usual
ration of crisps as he passed the bar, complained about the cost of a pint, and
consequently tried to sell his crisps off at 2p each to recoup his money. Stevey 6040
suggested he should have bought French fries instead so that DCeen would have felt more at home.
There were
various exchanges of money taking place.
Lucky the local constabulary weren’t around. The excellent choice of ales usually
found at the Unicorn weren’t available sadly so we decided to move on to The
Coachmakers.
As is the norm, we waited for Jaycee to finish his ale. ‘If I drink that I’ll be crawling up the
road’, JayCee declared. ‘Whats new?’ we
all thought.
On to the Coachmakers Arms in
There aren’t too
many alleys to the back-yard bogs like the one at this gem of a pub. A great
escape for someone though who had found refuge and thrown up in it. Several popped out for a sniff, except
for Craigee who slipped into the ladies, again,
unnoticed apparently !! The ‘Cuckoo’ died so the ‘Tower – Spring
Equinox’ was our next equally quaffable victim.
Downsize Dave
made an unexpected appearance at The Coachmakers as we
were about to leave for the Globe, so we held on for a minute or two which
provided Craigee with an outlet to have another
tinkle.
Setting off for
the Globe, Trig was concerned that the Indian may not be licensed and mapped out
a list of offies in his head before being reassured
that a wine list would be available.
The Globe is not one to be recommended unless your forte is being served
smoothflow by 2 butch dolls whilst your ear drums are
blasted by enormous speakers with the sounds of ‘Ay baby, ooh aah’. They
dunner get much rougher.
As we expected,
we were informed that our booked table wasn’t quite ready when we got to the
Mango Tree, and that we would have to wait in the lounge and buy extortionately
priced drinks whilst the table was prepared. A clever ploy by many
restaurants these days. One
of the waiters immediately recognised Craigee (well
they couldn’t forget him really) and offered him a bottle of either red or white
wine to be served with his meal.
After failing to decide which one to have the waiter gave up and placed
bottles of both red and white wines on the table for him. Another good
ploy. Well done Craigee.
The help-yourself
buffet was plentiful and pretty tasty.
Trying to get a drink however, was proving frustrating for the Yupmeister
despite calling on several waiters.
Eventually, after blowing his top a bottle arrived and the bugle mark
lifted.
A minibus was
hailed after we’d finished and after standing outside for an eternity our
saviour Kev miraculously turned up and wizzed most of us back home.
Regards
Yupmeister
(enjoy yer baltis)