The Moon and Sixpence, Perth

There used to be a Moon and Sixpence in Wardour Street, London (I think - HolbornBoy would recall better than I), which wasn't a bad pub given that it was a chain establishment. My god what a contrast this place is; I wouldn't say the 'poms' are in any way the problem - in fact they probably lend it an air of class - but lord this place appeared barely civilised the night we were there. From pissy beer to verbose swearing Sheilas with rears the size of small countries to sticky tables and potentially violent bar room games this is a place to be afforded a wide berth.
Perth is such a pleasant 30 something town but why oh why can't they sort the pubs out? And then sort the out the officious police - get a job, mate!

26 Jul 2010 15:16

The Irish Times, Melbourne

Mary, Jesus and Joseph, this pub is about as Irish as me and rougher than Bob Geldolf's backside.
The night we were there the airborne objects included three trays, a Guinness bar towel, one plastic toucan and possibly swine flu (kangaroo version).
I think the bar in Neighbours is far safer.

26 Jul 2010 15:02

The Old Fountain, Old Street

Spent a fabulous evening at the Old Fountain with four exquisite and juvenile friends of a kindred persuasion. How we revelled in the boisterous atmosphere as we chatted and giggled suggestively surrounded as we were but handsome young men in grey suits.
We dined wholesomely on wondrous provender: I had Cumberland ring, Tick had coq au vin, Adam dined on a nice rump whilst Bernadette went for the toad in the hole.
We noted to our sheer delight that there four males on pump - one was a big shining Dark Star, one a Ram Rod, the others being Dirty Dick's and Coocker Hoop�which we certainly were!
And oh those barmen, pulling those decorative hand pumps - talk about fountains.
We'll be back sisters!

9 Nov 2009 14:16