One of the ironies that you have missed is that this place is actually like a pub. Mostly we know each other. Coming in here and preaching is like one of us popping into the Broadfield and preaching, unintroduced, to you and your friends.
We swear a lot because we are mates joshing around and playing in our eleven year history of in jokes and culture. F and C, as you so demurely write them, are lingua Franca here for a variety of long standing reasons, mostly tongue in cheek. This place was partly born in mess(fake)enger culture for all that is good and bad about that.
Nice pub BTW. My partner grew up just off Abbeydale Road, she lived in Steade Road when I met her.
Rich, thanks for the post.
One of the ironies that you have missed is that this place is actually like a pub. Mostly we know each other. Coming in here and preaching is like one of us popping into the Broadfield and preaching, unintroduced, to you and your friends.
We swear a lot because we are mates joshing around and playing in our eleven year history of in jokes and culture. F and C, as you so demurely write them, are lingua Franca here for a variety of long standing reasons, mostly tongue in cheek. This place was partly born in mess(fake)enger culture for all that is good and bad about that.
Nice pub BTW. My partner grew up just off Abbeydale Road, she lived in Steade Road when I met her.