tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post3741714267021829544..comments2024-03-23T04:23:48.076+00:00Comments on Tandleman's Beer Blog: Minesweeping At Its FinestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-90192598226057006562015-01-06T19:50:27.891+00:002015-01-06T19:50:27.891+00:00You might be my 1st mark Mudge ;)You might be my 1st mark Mudge ;)Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-84171811228939897382015-01-05T23:12:56.218+00:002015-01-05T23:12:56.218+00:00Best late at night when the pub's full and man...Best late at night when the pub's full and many of the punters are pissed, Cookie.<br /><br />Actually as a tightwad I find it amazing how many unfinished drinks are left in pubs.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-17515994489927470882015-01-05T22:41:26.654+00:002015-01-05T22:41:26.654+00:00See Cookie? You are missing a trick.See Cookie? You are missing a trick.Tandlemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06804499573827044693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-29030754688957015532015-01-05T22:23:56.103+00:002015-01-05T22:23:56.103+00:00The true art is to not go for dregs but for blatan...The true art is to not go for dregs but for blatant gulps of full fresh pints of an already inebriated mark. If you get away with the accidental sip it is worth barging the mark and pickpocketing their wallet. HTH Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-49653020137356364562015-01-05T12:55:52.138+00:002015-01-05T12:55:52.138+00:00Reporting back. Not good. I need more guidance in ...Reporting back. Not good. I need more guidance in how to pull this off without either getting chucked out or necking 'orrible stale dregs. Can you do a post on the fine art of this necking for free technique?<br />Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-30010197259697941682015-01-04T21:33:30.313+00:002015-01-04T21:33:30.313+00:00Minesweeping became more difficult with the smokin...Minesweeping became more difficult with the smoking ban. Now folks disappear outside for seemingly ages, but then reappear expecting their partial pint to be intact. <br /><br />Very long time since I went to Manchester - wasn't the Circus Tavern next door to the Grey Horse ?Frednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-57433422066400848642015-01-04T09:48:54.652+00:002015-01-04T09:48:54.652+00:00Never heard of it, shall try it this afternoon in ...Never heard of it, shall try it this afternoon in my best rat/tramp gear and report back.<br />Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-31337110643812092652015-01-04T08:38:51.917+00:002015-01-04T08:38:51.917+00:00When I had a pub there was one old boy who did not...When I had a pub there was one old boy who did nothing else but minesweep - when he wasn't being bought pints by locals who knew the back story behind his borassicness.<br />It involved a woman and unrequited love 40 years earlier.<br />He was also my unofficial glass collector so it was a handy arrangement.<br />Late Friday and Saturday nights when everyone rushed off to the town's solitary nightclub leaving pints galore was his favourite time - not only did he get mullahed on leftovers but I threw him a couple of pints for helping me clear up.<br />He was nicknamed the Black Hole.Professor Pie-Tinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629758183547510158.post-72581858205793134182015-01-03T15:29:31.768+00:002015-01-03T15:29:31.768+00:00There was a homeless lad who did it one Chelsea ma...There was a homeless lad who did it one Chelsea matchday at the Finborough in summer. We have a counter by the door that operates as a box office when the theatre is on. There are always a couple of abandoned pints on it on matchdays when we're packed. He kept darting in to drink them before returning outside to stand on the pavement. Kept an eye on him and when he made to leave I insisted he necked the beer and hand me the glass, but I didn't begrudge him his cheeky drop and neither did anyone else. He was polite and smiling which helped.Stonchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07001578598975666535noreply@blogger.com