Ok…Gimme a pound each of Guinness & Harp, I’ll see about making a mega black & tan.
I don’t go to pubs, but it has been a hell of a week here too, and it’s only Monday. I’ll take a White Russian. Sorry, I only drink foofy drinks.
You know, Anaamika, there has got to be a bottle of mead back there somewhere. Barkeep! Find us some mead!! 
Mead? Mead? Did someone say mead?
(Hey, ever try mixing mead and cider? Damn fine stuff, that.)
…Bastion of British Civilization.
I was canoing in Sweden when the bombs went off in London - I got text messages from my mates at work. The first one said something to the effect of “Bombs going of all over the place, but we’re OK”. The second said “It’s chaos, so we’re in The Cardinal”. As a result, The Cardinal is now nicknamed The Winchester.
Guinness and a packet of pork scratchings please guv, and a top-up for my friends here…
Oh yeah! Honeymead!
Lots of guys here…a Gay pub, eh? Well, in that case, a round on me, barkeep. And if you have another Miller Lite somewhere, I’ll take one…what do you mean it is $10 because it is imported beer?! Never mind. Got a Whatney’s on tap?
So, what show tunes do they sing in pubs on the Isle of Man?
Well, there’s this little ditty from Rogers & Hammerstein’s Raging Queen
Man, Man, Man.
It’s an island we call Man.
You’ll never have to lift the seat
You’re on The Isle of Man.
There’s men above, there’s men below
There’s men down in the galley
There’s Butch and Bud and Spike and Bill
And one guy we call Sally!
Just my luck. So much for getting someone drunk and taking advantage of him… 
I’ll have a porter, a platter with cheese, crackers and onions, and a mug of beer mustard.
And with that commences the best Monday night ever.
Don’t worry, I will not walk in and ruin the night.
::Scott walks by outside of the window, holding one of those weird Tailless Manx cats he got from a local. He does not stop to enter the pub, but instead keeps walking. .::
Another Boddington’s for me, please! It was a long day. Oh, and Ace309, can I have a bit of your cheese?
::looks around at herself, Anaamika, and WhyNot::
Ladies, I think we might be in the wrong place. 
Smirks at Draelin.
Are you kidding? Like the three of *us *need some breeder men around to have a good time?! Ain’t no better place for a girly night out than windowshopping where menfolk know how to take care of themselves!
More mead for the 'hags, please!
so, what does a girl have to do to get a peche royale around here ?
I think it’s the perfect place! Pour me a tall one, bartender!
Oi - packet of bacon crisps over here when you’re able, mate … unless you’ve got Hot Nuts behind the bar. 
<drunken snerk>
If you do, bring 'em over here!!!
And me! I thought post #29 made it clear that I’m a girl.
I need another drink…
(plynck lifts his face from a pint of Guiness:)
“Was that Scott who just walked by? What the hell did he do to his cat?”
(returns face to pint)