Grudging Admiration

So I hear that there was all sorts of Viking style late night carousing going in Taps on Sunday night/Monday morning….without me.

However, you know I can’t stay angry with any of you (well maybe Macaroni), so, Sunday night drinkers…I salute you.

That said, if I’d seen any of you outside at half 7 on Monday morning, I would have pushed you over in the car park. Right into the gap between the crash barriers and the houses.

And then gone to work with a clear conscience and a smile on my lips, certain in the knowledge that you’d still be there by the time I got back to H.Q.

Absent Friends

It’s becoming almost impossible to find the time to Blog at the moment as work is so busy (as most of you can tell from my extra added super grumpiness these past couple of months), but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to, or that I’m not constantly thinking of or seeing things that I really want to blog about.

Particularly my birthday weekend just past which I think was actually the best weekend that I’ve ever had in Taps, and which I enjoyed very much.

It confirmed to me that I do love our little Taps family.

And that I might have a drinking problem

(her name’s Casey)

One Of My Favourites

I've got Friday off this week - and to ensure that I can also get away on Thursday at a semi-reasonable time to see you all - I'm flat out this week.


So in lieu of a proper post, I thought that I'd share one of my favourite drinking quotes from one of my favourite authors.

 Son, never trust a man who doesn't drink because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.


                                        -----  James Crumley, The Wrong Case (1975)

Customer Service

Has our esteemed and ever so lovely Taps manager been moonlighting?

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I hate to say this but the barmaid is so rude. Looks like she hates you and likely to punch you if you dare ask for anything like, well, A DRINK. The Thai food is excellent but the barmaid is so rude, I wouldn't bother going. I have no idea how she is still employed; she slams your drink down, snatches your money and if you dare ask for anything like change in a different format; you might as well just leave now.

customer service training wouldn't go a miss. Or a personality transplant.

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lizziebeth - 18 Jan 2011 14:10