Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Drinking in the Anticant Snug Bar

To drink in the snug bar of Anticant is to fuse both pleasure and pain. The drinks are free ( as would be social for an aristocratic Fabian) and the toilet clean for all. Heaven help. The likes of a Zola finds clean toilets to be a de-luxus beginning to redemption. A learning curve? A saviour? A blessing? But as the drinks are free the party gets going the toilet is significant for anticant as he entertains. But few have experienced this WC where a polite and yet still natural happening must and will gush with a blush hidden away.

How does Anticant do this? He hangs Monet paintings on the walls. Pictures of Lilly no but nearly. Sexual images from Paris yes but not quite. Impressions. In the toilet of Anticant we find perspectives. Sometimes blurred and sometimes boldly painted as it all depends where one stands.

Which leaves us only one conclusion. The snug thrives because of the toilet. It is only this dynamic that takes the "serious" away from the "really serious".

Long live free beers and wine I say.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

A pub is only as good as its toilet. Well, as long as it serves decent beer, a good selection of malt whisky (and of course Babycham for the ladies), the bar staff are genial and it has a relaxed approach to the licensing laws.

But a good toilet does help.

One of my dafter projects when younger was to write a (sadly unfinished) book, which was a guide to pub toilets.

Typical entry thus:

"The Boundary, South Normanton:
Gents and Ladies located in the corridor off the right hand side of the bar in the main room. Clean, good facilities, except for a faulty lock on one of the doors which has yet to be rectified".

Then again, I used to be a real twat in my younger days.

anticant said...

The burrow is NOT a 'pub' - it is an ancient hostelry [XVIII century coaching inn]. You have the Beadle to thank for the clean toilets, and Ben for the taste in decoration. [Lilly who, by the way? The Pink?]

As trousers says, a hotel sinks - sometimes stinks - or swims - sometimes literally - by its toilets. For a really amusing one, complete with naughty Parisian prints, visit the Goring Hotel, near Buckingham Palace. You'll get a splendid meal there too. Mr Goring, whose family have owned the hotel for almost a century, pulls no punches with his critical guests, as you will see. The Goring is Anticant's 'treat' place [hint].

Anonymous said...

BABYCHAM ??

how DARE you.
THIS Lady drinks whisky.
Babycham.I suppose it will be white cider next, jeez.
As for the insides of the Burrow - they are divine.
As to be expected from a Gentleman of class.
So bollocks.

zola a social thing said...

Black Magic
not
Milk Tray

Anonymous said...

Heheheh you don't think I was SERIOUS do you lav?

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