Ok so we don’t normally do this sort of thing on the blog but…
After Autonomy Films monthly showing in Bridport we like to go for a pint, and since people are converging from all over the county and beyond, it’s good to have a chat. So about 20 comrades popped into the Tiger on Monday night; Simply Red was playing in the bar at ear-splitting volume, so loud in fact it was distorting. You really couldn’t help but comment on this, unless you were deaf already. The bar staff were obviously fed up of being asked to turn it down by the time we arrived – “nothing to do with us mate, it’s the boss” so we took ourselves off into a side room where we could just about hear ourselves think. Those workers are being subjected to noise levels that would be illegal in industry.
5 minutes later, in stumbles a drunken buffoon masquerading as a pub landlord – the dude’s just taken our money mind – “If you don’t like it you can fuck off” Swaying around and slurring incoherencies he puts hands on two comrades shoulders, presumably for support, selects a few people at random and orders them out. As we’ve got full glasses we inform him we will indeed be leaving, but in our own good time. More invective follows, then he turns the lights off and staggers away returning occasionally for a further rant.
Try the Bull; they do free peanuts.