The Virtual Pub
Come Inside... => Saloon Bar => Topic started by: Pastis on May 25, 2007, 04:54:32 PM
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Well?
The Flying Pig ? ... as if
The Escapologist ? ... where have you come from?
The Pink Elephant ? ... Barman's hangover?
rubschin:
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The ''Drift Inn...Stagger out'' sounds good... smile:
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Yes .......... It is called ...... are you ready for this?.....................
THE VIRTUAL PUB ::)
Which, and you may not be ready for this, is why it says THE VIRTUAL PUB at the top of the home page and, for that matter, every other page. doh:
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Well in honour of all our regulars, I think it should be renamed the "Don't Fit Inn"
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I like it... not a lot, but lol: lol:
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I like it... not a lot, but lol: lol:
Trust me ~ a lot of thought and planning went into the name choice. It's a minefield out there, one wrong step and whacky007
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Trust me ~ a lot of thought and planning went into the name choice.
I'm sure ;). Wearing the pedant's hat for a moment though, I was thrown by the use of the indefinite article in the Barman's welcome message:
The idea of a ?virtual pub? came to mind
Just an innocent query.
Innocent query?... Is that tautology?
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Well?
The Flying Pig ? ... as if
The Escapologist ? ... where have you come from?
The Pink Elephant ? ... Barman's hangover?
rubschin:
What's wrong with "the boozer"?
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There is a pub near here called "Brown Horse". A bit rough. Not "The Brown Horse" mark you, just "Brown Horse". I guess it's the only pub in the country that can't afford a "The"
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Maybe there should be a quiz, on quiz night of course, I wouldn't want it to clash with the Morris Dancing on a Thursday or the Young Farmers night on the Friday.
It could be called something original like Name the Pub Quiz,
My contribution would be, The Knackers Yard or maybe The Virtual Pub which has a certain ring about it.
And maybe there could be a prize, donated by mine host?
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There is a pub near here called "Brown Horse". A bit rough. Not "The Brown Horse" mark you, just "Brown Horse". I guess it's the only pub in the country that can't afford a "The"
Maybe we could introduce it to our 'Gentle Farrier' to smooth it out a bit?
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Maybe there should be a quiz, on quiz night of course, I wouldn't want it to clash with the Morris Dancing on a Thursday or the Young Farmers night on the Friday.
It could be called something original like Name the Pub Quiz,
My contribution would be, The Knackers Yard or maybe The Virtual Pub which has a certain ring about it.
And maybe there could be a prize, donated by mine host?
I was quite liking the idea but then you went and spoilt it all by saying something stupid like ?donated by mine host?. noooo:
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! scared2:
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! scared2:
eeek:
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! scared2:
eeek:
We need to build one of these, and quick:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cosmicrays.org%2Fimg%2Fdirectional-coincidence-detector-schematic.png&hash=efb002d94e0123eae78b99256528efd01e168b4c)
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Arrrrggghhhh! I dream about something that looks like that from time to time ~ then I wake up in a sweat! shocked003
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! scared2:
That's the sixth sense working... It doesn't take long to settle into modship does it?
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There's nothing so lonesome
morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
of a pub with no beer.
I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! scared2:
scared2:
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.twilightzone.org%2Fimages%2Fmain%2Fintrface%2FDbtz_02.jpg&hash=5762f9be1ef0b29ee970b9156a8e538278225466)
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'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
We had that on a '78 redface:
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'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
We had that on a '78 redface:
It is still in the Jukebox you old skinflint. ::)
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Us too ~ but I particularly liked the bit about the maid going cranky.
I only mention it because she is away for the weekend but I suppose I'll have to smite myself or something 'cos she won't like it when she gets back. surrender:
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'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
We had that on a '78 redface:
It is still in the Jukebox you old skinflint. ::)
And worth 6d of anybodies money? whistle:
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And 3 plays for 1/-
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And 3 plays for 1/-
Yeah but ..... what are you going to have for your other two picks???
If it helps to date the "Pub With No Beer" here is a list of artistes who have recorded it along with the dates of some of the recordings. Since it is on 78 I reckon we must have the Slim Dusty version.
Slim Dusty - 1957
Ted Egan - 1976
The Clancy Brothers - 1988
Midnight Oil - 1988
Also recorded by: Adge Cutler & The Wurzels;
The Dubliners; Danny O'Flaherty; Hamish Imlach.
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That post, Snoopy, has me feeling completely and irrevocably out of my depth confused:
Anyway, evenin' all. ;)
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Evening lol:
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What a classic, British, wet, Bank holiday weekend it's turning out to be whistle:
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Aye ~ it is that.
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WHich is why I have been working till this time at night! cry:
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And 3 plays for 1/-
Yeah but ..... what are you going to have for your other two picks???
If it helps to date the "Pub With No Beer" here is a list of artistes who have recorded it along with the dates of some of the recordings. Since it is on 78 I reckon we must have the Slim Dusty version.
Slim Dusty - 1957
Ted Egan - 1976
The Clancy Brothers - 1988
Midnight Oil - 1988
Also recorded by: Adge Cutler & The Wurzels;
The Dubliners; Danny O'Flaherty; Hamish Imlach.
Well, it is quite dusty in there... noooo:
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Was it a wet bank holiday weekend? I don't know I spent it in bed holding my head and hoping it didn't explode. sick2:
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Was it a wet bank holiday weekend? I don't know I spent it in bed holding my head and hoping it didn't explode. sick2:
Not here... whistle:
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Was it a wet bank holiday weekend? I don't know I spent it in bed holding my head and hoping it didn't explode. sick2:
Not here... whistle:
How would you know ~ you were as pissed as the wench for most of it.
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True ? drank 2l of home brew last night and passed-out on the sofa? redface:
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That is no way to talk about Mrs Barman, even if she is well padded. eeek: