As a section of this blog is devoted to griping, I was impressed to read that the Bishop Blaze pub in Hampshire now has a 'grumpy hour' devoted to grumbling, griping and gurning.
Unless it is solely devoted to cheap beer, I don't really like Happy Hours. There is nothing worse than forced frivolity, but I doubt much effort will need to be made to get punters into the pub for a grumpy hour.
Bishop Blaze regulars would certainly be impressed if they got themselves a day return from Romsey to London. After a good gripe about the rail fare and the journey, they could head over to Stoke Newington, where I would argue the Rochester Castle on Stoke Newington High Street is Britain's most miserable pub.
This pub really has the lot - a high average age, lots of men in groups of one, the opportunity to watch endless police chases up and down the A10, and as its a Wetherspoons it is cheap. Oh and the last time I went, some suspiciously wet seats........
Grumpiness should never be restricted to a mere hour, it should be a lifestyle choice.
PS I haven't wet my seat.
Posted by: Watcyn Youd | July 02, 2008 at 10:31 PM
Brilliant idea.
The Rochester Castle in late morning is home to geriatrics who indulge in syncopated farting performances.
Posted by: Ben | July 03, 2008 at 01:06 PM