The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics

[MyrtleLion]

Welcome to the nth iteration of the Bluestocking women’s pub, where gerbils are staff, the drinks are free, and alcohol has no effect except to get you to the sweet spot just before the drink you really shouldn’t have had.

Men can go to the Staunch Ally next door.

It’s OK if you don’t understand. Just assume everything is normal.

Previous thread is here:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5523989-bluestocking-womens-pub-its-maytime

Oh shit.
Has Batshit been left aboard the galleon alone and unsupervised?

Or is she one of the distractions?

I feel strangely moved to be in the company of women who say things like
“Hussie, we’re going in above the embrasures.”
Wow. <wriggles with delight>.
I would never have guessed what The Distractions were [maybe a 60s Tamla Motown girl group?] and nearly cheered out loud when it turned out to be brave little gerbils!
And very very nearly cheered out loud when it was Gosie behind the door.

Well done, you heroes!👏

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Weary, I had no idea that was a thing in the 60s here! We were just thrown out of the house all day, all summer vacation (3 months) with no protection for the sun at all (baby oil was a thing with the older teenagers), and told not to come home again until supper! Covered in bug spray, of course😄

Wonderful!

I'm not sure whether to preen, faint or laugh hysterically at my role. The idea of inching along a rope stretched between a ship's rigging and a ruined parapet on a cliff, with a dark expanse of water below......... the mind boggles😬.

I'm not sure my current name is up to that sort of activity. I may need something more sheroic 🤔

<DaringDamson? DefiantDamson? Hmmm>

One of my uni housemates used to lie in the garden on a large sheet of tin foil and lather herself with cooking oil when it was hot weather.

I wish I was joking.

EdithStourton · Today 20:20
I have no Celtic blood, but I was once, by an elderly Irishwoman, accused of 'looking Irish'. She was very cross when I said I wasn't.

'Looking Irish' - I believe there are three typical Irish looks:
there's the familiar red hair/freckles/green or grey eyes.
But there's also the jet black, almost blue-black hair, pale skin, high colour in the cheeks, and blue blue eyes.
And then there's dark brown/auburn hair, pale skin and hazel eyes, which are more common in Ireland than anywhere else.

Are you any of those Edith, or was she just guessing? I'm sure she considered potentially being Irish as a compliment, not an accusation

Fantastic! Gerbils to the rescue!

I'm the third type, although my eyes are closer to green than hazel. And I have the dark ring around my irises too - the "smutty finger".

Just 😲

The last one, Marie, but my eyes are more grey/blue.
I was minding my own business and this elderly Irish lady, who had seen me around, put out a hand, glared at me and said (in a suitable accent), 'Are you Irish?'
'No,' I said, surprised but cheerful.
'Well,' she said, extremely crossly, 'you look Irish!'

Soz, no. South of England and Other (not Irish).
But having been to Ireland, I could see what she meant.

<hops hastily back onto galleon>
Batshit! Batshit! BATSHIIIT!

A friend of mine once coated us both with olive oil.
She went brown.
I went fluorescent pink.

And, I've just remembered: we had quite a few little ones with us. The parents must've just relied on the older kids to look after the tiny ones (all large Irish and Italian families, except ours).

How times have changed.

Looking Irish' - I believe there are three typical Irish looks:
there's the familiar red hair/freckles/green or grey eyes.
Grey eyes - check.

But there's also the jet black, almost blue-black hair, pale skin, high colour in the cheeks, and blue blue eyes.
Pale skin - check.

And then there's dark brown/auburn hair, pale skin and hazel eyes, which are more common in Ireland than anywhere else.
My youngest brother has hazel eyes as did my dad.

Very much Irish ancestry from my dad. Thanks for the passport, Grandad! But the jet black, almost blue-black hair, in my family is from my mother's side which has no known Irish ancestry but looks stereotypically Jewish. Her brother, my brother, one of my other brother's daughters...

Myrtle
Idea: I knew someone long time ago ( from London) who did some family history because there was some story that her great-grandmother or gr-gr - grandmother was Jewish. And because they lived in London, and lots of the family members looked a lot like their friends who were of Sephardic Jewish heritage, everyone assumed they were Jewish, but they weren't.

Turns out, after a lot of digging, she found out that their ancestors were from the extremely exotic location of North Wales/Deeside/The Wirral. Perhaps you are Welsh?

This time of year I fully embrace the shower part of my 2026 resolution!

Love the PJs!

Gosie!

My dad did my mum's family history going back to 1680 something.

Nottingham based. Before my grandmother moved to London. Coincidentally I was living in Nottingham at the time so could visit all the addresses. When my grandmother was a child, she lived in a building that is recognisable to many people in Nottingham, even today. There was an article in the paper about it in the 1980s and her second cousin (or something) was photographed in the paper. She looked exactly like my mum.

But no Jewish ancestry, so very likely to be Celtic ancestry.

You are me. I go red and then I go white again.

Oh Maire, please don't make the same mistake that I did when I was really unpleasant about accents.

The product of my printmaking fun - not great art but I enjoyed myself.

Whoops forgot the photo

And the really good news is that Gosie is free (and I didn't have to pretend to be a member of the SAS).