Good Morning Good Night and General Chat.

[Mawsley]

This weather makes me want a new lawnmower

 

No, I've no idea why he has two pairs of sunglasses either

 

[Mickly]

8 hours ago, husoi said:

A bus stop with a charging point

Ready to steal all your info !!

[dynax]

Good morning

[Simon Davey]

Good morning bikers

[rennie]

Good afternoon 

I've been in office today!

I have cider on the patio now 

[dynax]

Good morning

[Simon Davey]

Good morning bikers

[Mawsley]

Morning all.

 

Wife returns today. This is probably a good thing. I have to collect her at a pub and eat a meal. This is also probably a good thing. Her entire family will be there. This is most definitely not a good thing.

[rennie]

Good afternoon 

[Mawsley]

8 hours ago, Mawsley said:

Her entire family will be there. This is most definitely not a good thing.

 

[onesea]

13 hours ago, Mawsley said:

Morning all.

 

Wife returns today. This is probably a good thing. I have to collect her at a pub and eat a meal. This is also probably a good thing. Her entire family will be there. This is most definitely not a good thing.

When did it become the norm to meet in quaint country pub expect there to be a table for 15? 

Not saying its just you, we have all been there and they are not memories I treasure. 

Locally it tends to mean who ever choose the pub will have ensured the reviews on trip advisor are 

Meaning pub and carpark are going to be heaving, the family on the table before you will still be eating.  Aunty Doris will be worried as she has to eat by 2 o'clock or she cannot take her meds. 

The chef that though by cooking fresh A La Carte food he might get a Mitchlin star is now seriously questioning his life choices signature hand cut chunky chips cooked in beef dripping, char grilled, home made beer battered from the pond on the sunny side of the local farm - is now regretting not just looking in Costco Frozen Section.  His 40 cover lunch sitting is suddenly being stretched to 300 for the 4th weekend in the row, for which he sees no benefit as the brewery are only going to triple the rent next month because of his increased turnover.  His reviews are going down hill as is his chances of a mitchlen star.

In the meantime on a table out there somewhere uncle Tim's steak needs pulping as she is on a thickened fluids diet due to choking risk, Jimmy doesn't like his burger because he wanted McDonalds, there is a vegan complaining about vegan fry's not looking (or tasting) as good as the signature chunky beef dripping chips, a mother complaining about there child's nut allergy,  you can hear the passive aggression between the 2 x 2nd cousins who where last seen together on the dance floor at that family wedding fighting.

Good luck - suddenly the idea of working 5 weekends in a row doesn't seem so bad.

 

 My suggestion Sniff pepper, get your eyes watering, sneeze and talk about the new strand of COVID and your fever/ high temperature and the need for rest.

Edited Friday at 00:46 by onesea

[dynax]

Good morning

[Simon Davey]

Good morning bikers

[Mawsley]

9 hours ago, onesea said:

When did it become the norm to meet in quaint country pub expect there to be a table for 15? 

Not saying its just you, we have all been there and they are not memories I treasure. 

Locally it tends to mean who ever choose the pub will have ensured the reviews on trip advisor are 

Meaning pub and carpark are going to be heaving, the family on the table before you will still be eating.  Aunty Doris will be worried as she has to eat by 2 o'clock or she cannot take her meds. 

The chef that though by cooking fresh A La Carte food he might get a Mitchlin star is now seriously questioning his life choices signature hand cut chunky chips cooked in beef dripping, char grilled, home made beer battered from the pond on the sunny side of the local farm - is now regretting not just looking in Costco Frozen Section.  His 40 cover lunch sitting is suddenly being stretched to 300 for the 4th weekend in the row, for which he sees no benefit as the brewery are only going to triple the rent next month because of his increased turnover.  His reviews are going down hill as is his chances of a mitchlen star.

In the meantime on a table out there somewhere uncle Tim's steak needs pulping as she is on a thickened fluids diet due to choking risk, Jimmy doesn't like his burger because he wanted McDonalds, there is a vegan complaining about vegan fry's not looking (or tasting) as good as the signature chunky beef dripping chips, a mother complaining about there child's nut allergy,  you can hear the passive aggression between the 2 x 2nd cousins who where last seen together on the dance floor at that family wedding fighting.

Good luck - suddenly the idea of working 5 weekends in a row doesn't seem so bad.

 

 My suggestion Sniff pepper, get your eyes watering, sneeze and talk about the new strand of COVID and your fever/ high temperature and the need for rest.

 

Oh if it had been that good.

 

Firstly, it was The Trading Post: "Spacious traditional pub with exposed beams, a large, decked outdoor terrace and carvery dining" - Let's be clear, the word "traditional" is doing some extraordinarily heavy lifting. It's one flat roof away from being the kind of place you buy bags of charlie, just butchered in the field knock-off meat, and know someone called Gripper (who has access to guns).

 

The next impediment to a great evening was the fact that no one in the family had thought to reserve a table for 16. A Head teacher, an accountant and an NHS manager then vied to be the emergency coordinator...with predictably feeble results. Finally, we end up scatted across the "Spacious traditional pub"

 

In places like this I only ever order fish and chips. No one can f**k up fish and chips. It's a universal constant of pub dini...oh, somehow the Michelin starred kitchen managed to completely f**k up the fish and chips. Still, grinning from ear to ear, at least it was more edible than the carvery everyone else opted for.

 

Drink? You can either queue at the bar in one of the two lines - what the blue blazing f**k is that about - or use the app. 

 

Speediness comparison:

1. Fastest - the time it takes the wife to say 'no' to anything I want to do
2. Not as fast - Alton Towers queue for a roller coaster
3. Pretty slow actually - waiting for a truthful answer from a politician
4. Really damn slow - the time it takes to order a pint at the bar in The Trading Post
5. Give up will to live - the time it take for a pint to be delivered via app

So, shite food, awful company and piss poor beer service. At least nothing else could go wrong.

 

Enter Paddy f**king McGuinness.

 

By now most of us had agglomerated around two tables. My adult child, wisely, elected to remain at the table she was on.

 

"Would you like to take part in the quiz?" said the woman.

 

No, no we would not like to take part in the quiz. Nobody in The Trading Post wanted to take part in Paddy f**king McGuinness' quiz. The Trading Post didn't care. The Paddy f**king McGuinness quiz would go ahead anyway. It wasn't the real Paddy f**king McGuinness, it was a tape of Paddy f**king McGuinness with some clueless dolt shouting to each other over the constant feedback from the speakers (set at a Spinal Tap 11).

 

I couldn't make out what my wife was saying to me but I did hear Paddy ask "Whooo am I pictured standing next to? Is it..." It was a f**king audio quiz and there was a f**king picture round! Paddy f**king McGuinness - ****.

 

But then I couldn't hear anyone in her family either. Swings and roundabouts, eh.

Edited Friday at 09:36 by Mawsley

[billysugger]

Group of us once booked a evening meal at a posh pub in Boughton on the water. 

We settled in, ordered our food and drinks,and waited. And waited. Cue lots of shouting and the sound of things being thrown (not us,from the pub's kitchen) ,then silence.  About 5 minutes later the pub manager comes over to our table, and tells us the chef has had a hissy fit and walked out, and could the pub arrange for us to have our meal at another pub?

We all ended up with bog standard pub food somewhere else, split over 4 or 5 tables instead of the one

Edited Friday at 10:10 by billysugger
Punctuation

[rennie]

Good afternoon 

I still like fridays!

[S-Westerly]

Good evening and I'm not sure if I like Fridays (or any other day) or not. Crew change here is expensive  - we know that cos we changed 10 last week - and management are fretting about it. Pointed out that wasn't really my problem. My problem is I have a 3 month contract which is going to be 4 if we do change out next week and if not will be 5 plus which is silly. Also explains why retention rate over the last year has fallen from 92% to about 75%. So we are waiting until Monday to find out. Let's hope the boss has a fabulous weekend but hasn't got a hangover on Monday. 

[dynax]

Good morning

[Simon Davey]

Good morning bikers

[rennie]

Good morning 

[Ian Frog]

On 16/05/2025 at 10:34, Mawsley said:

 

Oh if it had been that good.

 

Firstly, it was The Trading Post: "Spacious traditional pub with exposed beams, a large, decked outdoor terrace and carvery dining" - Let's be clear, the word "traditional" is doing some extraordinarily heavy lifting. It's one flat roof away from being the kind of place you buy bags of charlie, just butchered in the field knock-off meat, and know someone called Gripper (who has access to guns).

 

The next impediment to a great evening was the fact that no one in the family had thought to reserve a table for 16. A Head teacher, an accountant and an NHS manager then vied to be the emergency coordinator...with predictably feeble results. Finally, we end up scatted across the "Spacious traditional pub"

 

In places like this I only ever order fish and chips. No one can f**k up fish and chips. It's a universal constant of pub dini...oh, somehow the Michelin starred kitchen managed to completely f**k up the fish and chips. Still, grinning from ear to ear, at least it was more edible than the carvery everyone else opted for.

 

Drink? You can either queue at the bar in one of the two lines - what the blue blazing f**k is that about - or use the app. 

 

Speediness comparison:

1. Fastest - the time it takes the wife to say 'no' to anything I want to do
2. Not as fast - Alton Towers queue for a roller coaster
3. Pretty slow actually - waiting for a truthful answer from a politician
4. Really damn slow - the time it takes to order a pint at the bar in The Trading Post
5. Give up will to live - the time it take for a pint to be delivered via app

So, shite food, awful company and piss poor beer service. At least nothing else could go wrong.

 

Enter Paddy f**king McGuinness.

 

By now most of us had agglomerated around two tables. My adult child, wisely, elected to remain at the table she was on.

 

"Would you like to take part in the quiz?" said the woman.

 

No, no we would not like to take part in the quiz. Nobody in The Trading Post wanted to take part in Paddy f**king McGuinness' quiz. The Trading Post didn't care. The Paddy f**king McGuinness quiz would go ahead anyway. It wasn't the real Paddy f**king McGuinness, it was a tape of Paddy f**king McGuinness with some clueless dolt shouting to each other over the constant feedback from the speakers (set at a Spinal Tap 11).

 

I couldn't make out what my wife was saying to me but I did hear Paddy ask "Whooo am I pictured standing next to? Is it..." It was a f**king audio quiz and there was a f**king picture round! Paddy f**king McGuinness - ****.

 

But then I couldn't hear anyone in her family either. Swings and roundabouts, eh.

Totally agree with you regarding this place.

Last time we tried it we got to understand where all the leather workers from the local shoe industry had gone.

Beef was harder wearing than my old brogues and the clientele and staff seemed to represent the shallow end of the gene pool.

We are gone never to return, Their loss is the Beeswing`s gain an establishment where the chef seems to think he can overfeed everyone who orders from his kitchen.

Cheers

Ian

[Mawsley]

No one told me I could sell my PCP car - certainly not the finance company who told me I'd have to pay to have it collected or drive it to Colchester.

 

Got some valuations online, all of them returned a handy cheque to me. Was going to sort it out today and no V5. I've stripped the office, the car and the garage. Nothing. I'm so annoyed with myself, I am a devil for looking after documents.

 

At least I have time to sort a replacement.

[Mawsley]

4 hours ago, Ian Frog said:

Totally agree with you regarding this place.

Last time we tried it we got to understand where all the leather workers from the local shoe industry had gone.

Beef was harder wearing than my old brogues and the clientele and staff seemed to represent the shallow end of the gene pool.

We are gone never to return, Their loss is the Beeswing`s gain an establishment where the chef seems to think he can overfeed everyone who orders from his kitchen.

Cheers

Ian

Not eaten in the Beeswing but I have seen the grub and it does look decent.