They like to serve beer with an inch of "head" on it in Sheffield.
I once suggested to the barman in a pub there that he'd sell more beer if he followed my tip.
"Oh aye" he asked "What's that then?"
"Fill up the bloody glasses" says I
"Get out .... we don't want your sort in here" was his retort.
Mrs #1 was from Sheffield ~ she said she had never been so embarrassed in all her life.
"What, not even when admitting you come from Sheffield?" I said, from the safety of the far side of the car park.
She didn't speak to me for a week.
"It were bliss"
