The Bluestocking - Best Pub on the Internet

[EdithStourton]

Welcome to the Bluestocking women's pub. Excellent (if sometimes wilful) gerbil bar staff, varied cocktails, splendid cakes, cracking Sunday roasts...

Voted Best Pub for the umpteenth thread running, join us for conversation about tractors, units of measurement, films, wildlife, and even, sometimes, women's rights.

Just keep Glenda off the gin.

Any men, you can trot along to the Staunch Ally just up the road.

Well, nobody should hang a jumper from its bottom corners, so that's one.
<ignores what the washing is hanging from to focus on the important thing>

Is that Gubbins pouring her batter directly onto the table?

Yes, yes, it is.

I'll be happy to, er, deal with, an entire PUdC at teatime.

I should mention that apple UdC is also vv good,

Oh, and the socks. Socks should be hung by the toes.

Replying to my own post
Steve Lillywhite produced a lot of the Pogues' stuff, and Fiachra Trench did the orchestral arrangement on Fairytale of New York, so likely Rainy Night as well.

I am so glad I found out that it was Fiachra Trench who did the amazing orchestral arrangement on Phil Lynott's Old Town

Grünhilde and her H&S ordnung clipboard are clearly needed in that image.

Just had a delivery. The driver nearly lost the back doors of the van to the wind.

Fuck me spring was short this year!

I've spotted a deliberate mistake!
It's obviously winter - no leaves on trees, warm clothing on children, but there is still a sweeping brush head on the broom growing by the roadside.

Everybody knows that brush heads are harvested in late autumn, leaving only the bare broom handles which are left to weather and are harvested in the spring.
😁

The postman is riding his bike on the wrong side of the road.

I went for a walk this morning and when I got home DH gently warned me that I had walked on the wrong side of the road - ie not on the side facing oncoming traffic but on the side that would have been that side had I been in England. In case anybody is wondering why I was walking on the road and not the pavement (sidewalk over here - if you say pavement they think you mean the road surface) there are no sidewalks on many of the roads around here and although the snow is melting off some of them are still blocked by snow.

The house is moaning again. There are gaps around the kitchen windows in particular that whistle and moan in high winds - like blowing on a blade of grass between your thumbs but louder and more gloomy.

At least it's atmospheric, I suppose. Luckily the forecast is less miserable for the coming days.

I might have to have a word with several neighbours. 6 of them park their cars on the pavement, and so far up a pushchair and wheelchair cannot get past. There aren't convenient dropped kerbs near three of them, and they do it on both sides of the road. I might have to ask them if they could park slightly less far across the kerb so I can actually get to the bus stop.

Most of them are perfectly nice people, I'm sure they won't get arsey about their illegal parking when I explain it's the only way I can get past. I may bribe with cake to give the message impact. Homemade cake persuades people to do quite a lot IME.

good idea to woo them with cake. Though imo people who think their cars are more important than prams and wheelchairs don’t really deserve it. We have very narrow pavements in our village , only just wide enough for a pram as they are but people will park half over them. The daft thing is that whether they do or not there is room for a truck or tractor to pass but not two cars in opposite directions so there is no point in them blocking the pavement, it doesn’t benefit anyone.

I'd only ask them once. And if they refuse to move them they'll have to live with the dents and scratches you accidentally make as you go past.

I've just found out (a year late) that my Blue Badge gives me free bus travel - woohoo! So I'll be riding my cool new chair to the cinema in the near future. I have a whole pile of free tickets I haven't been able to use.

Gerbils, a coffee and a film review magazine, if you please.

That would be my approach too.

I might 'accidentally' carry a screwdriver in my hand nearest the car as well. But then I'm nice like that!

I think the postman is on the correct side of the road but has no bell or lamp, the bubbles coming out of the chimney are unusual as are the flying hen (not impossible mind, particularly with bantams) and the upside-down telegraph pole.

Does the car have a person trapped underneath it?

Bird in hat, toadstools and mummy beside the road all perfectly normal.

MN parking thread incoming in 3... 2... 1... 🍿

How are your diagram drawing skills, Crones?

and the strap of the postman's bag disappears before going over his shoulder.

And the palm tree means it's in Torquay.

And the car is an import, so that's OK. Shadows seem a bit weird or missing.

Can hens fly? Ah, I see Dean E has answered that one.

And yes, that gerbil kitchen is a H&S nightmare around the hob.

I very rarely get to witness parking wars in real life. That may be because each side of the street is patrolled by a different traffic warden. And both give tickets in a manner that leads me to suspect they get a bonus for each one.

The postman's satchel opens upside down and I'm not sure a bloke would ride a bike without racing handlebars.

There's a postman. Full stop.

And the thatch has no ridge. It won't last the winter.

Wow
According to AI, gerbils have been known to 'sneak a slurp' of tea and even white wine!!
Is nothing safe?
Not to mention the 'foot stomp' when startled- AI says it might be mistaken as an aggressive call for last orders 😯 and they would be better at scatter feeding than table service!!!
Well AI; it works in The Bluestocking so put that in your pipe and smoke it
Or whatever the interwebs equivalent is

I have learned a lot about gerbils of late- fascinating creatures

The postman's bike also lacks brakes. In fact the postman is a disaster area.