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You know it's there, and it will come and bite a man's ass whenever and wherever. So be on guard. Bob's talking about that there female intuition thing. It happens all the time. A guy can't get away with shit.

It's just like at this wedding, when Bob was a young’un back in 1987.

When I finally entered the room, Tanya spotted me, and immediately
came up to me. 


“Where have you been?” she said, arching her eyebrows. “You were
gone awhile.”

“Oh, I just grabbed some air outside, and had a chat with Mitchell.”

“What were you talking about for so long?”

“His, uh…, relationship with Laurie and where it was going, or not.” I said.

“You know, their whole on-again, off-again saga with all that major work
and drama.”

“Aha.” She gave me that all-knowing female look. She knew that I’d been
talking 
about other matters and that likely it related to us. You could never
figure out how they do that.


So just accept it's there, and the sooner your sorry ass understands that, and learns to operate within that paradigm, then the better for your male happiness and well-being in a relationship.

 
Here are a couple pieces on trying to explain it all, How A Woman's Intuition Is The Most Powerful Force There Is and this second piece with Women's intuition is biological: Lower exposure to testosterone in the womb gives females an extra 'sense'.


Our PhD gal, Audrey Nelson, spouts a somewhat sober and serious spiel on it. 
 

She’s correct and clinical in her approach, but it’s a little too intellectual for we simple stupid fellas. So here’s straight up Derrick Jaxn weighing in and also mixing in the "It's about trust" angle, and how it should be for the ladies and their men.


Comedian Billy Sorrells has a good go on this as well. 
 

They even make songs on this. There are many out there. Here’s a throwback 1986 disco soul pop number, from the Dutch side of the pond, with our gals Mai Tai.


It should be noted that this wedding actually happened 30 years back on June 20—a friggin’ long time ago! They’re still together, and we had a good laugh on the phone about it. An early day strategic text message from this side "reminded" hubby bud of their milestone, and saved him some grief no doubt. 

What makes marriage “work” over time (beyond just a few years) was covered off in this prior post on Long-term marriage, but here’s a quick and easy clue to assist with sussin’ shit out.


In the long haul, a guy deffo needs a sense of humor, cuz your sorry ass is gonna take that intuition (and other multi-faceted) punishment coming your way ... every friggin' day!!!! Here’s Billy Sorrells again with a small example of this, and being on the receiving end.


Bob’s digging his defeated “Just let me live, okay” at the close.


If you don’t have enough humor going on in life, or needs an escape from such relationship situations, find solace in this read as our single, quasi-antihero Bob gallivants about hitting weddings worldwide, dodging marriage bullets and trying his best not to let those female powers have full control beyond the 99.9% of the time they already do. 



You’re young and single at some wedding abroad, and things are fine, but then you get the drift that one of the two between bride and groom feels the need to “fix” things by playing matchmaker with your ass and some friend on the other side.

This tactic happens quite a bit as these  two pieces speak to with The 3 Questions To Ask Before You Play Matchmaker At Your Own Wedding and Why Your Wedding Is The Perfect Place To Play Matchmaker.


Sure, the odd blue moon fairytale lottery romance can strike as recounted in 10 Couples Who Met At A Wedding (Really!), but it's far from the norm, so let's go smoke another one, shall we? 


Getting back to Bob’s past situation in London, just before the ceremony, he got his first warning.

Jimmy McCracken sidled up alongside me, with Cory a step behind us. 
“Hey, Bobby, I hear that Bernadette is keen to set you up with her Aussie
friend, Jilli. You should go for it,” he said in his gravelly baritone.

Then in a car on the way to the reception the second warning shot is fired. 

“Bernie told me you are at our table, Bob,” said Tammy, changing the
subject. “And so is Jilli.” She turned her head with a simper to look at
me in the back.

“Sounds like something prearranged” I said warily, looking back at her.

Then, just before the reception meal, you still need to do that there “Trust, but verify” thing, which is ever so important, especially in this day and age with the super bogus crap they spin in "The News" to we sorry brainwashed (m)asses.

I checked the seating plan and made my way to the table. Bernadette
had indeed made sure that Jilli was assigned beside me. The fix was in.
Our round table of eight was an equal mix of friends from both sides.

 

Now, apart from going solo to a wedding to begin with, which has never bothered Bob in the least, it does seem to freak many a folk out, which is understandable.

For some, it's the pressure of being there alone to be harangued and harassed by friends and family on why you aren't settled down and married off yet. Or it could be about being in a big crowd and not knowing many (or sometimes even, anyone, apart from one of the wedding couple) there. Age, life (in)experience and personal insecurities also play a factor with one's level of (dis)comfort. It's all about attitude!


At this particular wedding just outside London back in ’91, Bob was kool with all of this, since his ass wasn’t even yet 30, and he's always been pretty relaxed about most shit out there. 

Others over the 30-year-old watershed seem to disagree, as outlined here from differing perspectives in The Minefield of Being Single at a Wedding,  Going To A Wedding Alone Doesn\t Have To Suck, and closing with This Is What I Learned from Going to Seven Weddings Alone.

Really, it all boils down to your mindset and eagerness, as our effervescent and enthusiastic gal recounts with Brtish aplomb in 21 easy breezy steps. 


More stuff happens in these solo situations as one gets older and crossing major life milestones, but let’s cover that shit off another time.

Going solo certainly opens the door for a wedding hookup. Everyone's relatively pre-vetted already, unless some uninvited individual(s) manage to surreptitiously grace the event. 


These two pieces elaborate further in When You're Single at a Wedding, It's ALL About Finding a Hot Hookup and the aftermath with What Really Happens After a Wedding Hookup. But hey, there ain't no real rules here. Make 'em up as you go along, depending on the situation. 
 

So, if your solo ass does indeed get lucky, here’s a handy dandy piece with suggestions on the 7 Best Places for a Discrete Wedding Reception Hookup. It's all about situational awareness in situ. 


If the intended romantic pairing strategy doesn't work out as preordained, and even if there’s no hookup action whatsoever, don't despair. Kick back, relax and enjoy yourself with another alco-pop and dancing, as this energetic and passionate guest displays with gusto. 


If you don't possess that there type A personality and gumption to make things happen on your own as above, chances are a there’s always the wild-card, anything-is-possible factor where other random mofos spontaneously take the event in new directions for you to behold firsthand. 
 

Ahh, such wedding memories will last a lifetime, even if those marriages don't quite make it nearly as long. 

If anyone is interested in knowing what transpired in London with Bob that night, and many other follow-on exotic events, tuck into his debut novel covering off some single guy’s worldwi(d/s)e wedding (mis)adventures. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.






We live in a world of dualities, with the classic good / evil polarity pair being but one, like hot / cold, large / small, and love / hate among others. Where does one pole or extreme end and the other start? It can be hard to determine sometimes, and other times, it might be much more clear.

The topic came up in discussion at a Middle East wedding years back, when one of Bob’s friends had been out there having some fun and frolic the night before, and a few others in the group may have been fast to judge said friend’s behavior on the matter.

“Well, it’s all relative. It wouldn’t be my style, but I don’t begrudge Pickett taking
advantage of a spontaneous opportunity. They made a grown-up choice. It’s the
way of the world—like them Booble boys and ‘don’t be evil.’”

“Thanks for the hall pass, Bob,” said Pickett, smiling. “I’ll sleep better tonight.”

“Hold on there, I’m not done. ‘Don’t be evil’ is nothing like ‘do good,’ which is more
proactive. It’s rather a bit more ambivalent—like, ‘lemme wait and see if I benefit
before I wade in.’ Or maybe, ‘by pausing, I can hinder things.’ Bad stuff can also
happen when nothing’s done, but no one was ‘evil’ per se. There’s a whole gray
spectrum between ‘doing good’ and ‘being evil.’
 
You know that stuff be truth, and folks be pullin' that kind of crap every single day of the week (and twice on a Sunday), be it for bidni$$ or in their personal lives. Here's a nice one on point from a few years back, but more relevant than ever. 


In some notional imaginary parallel universe cum altered reality, there’s a similar entity masquerading as Booble, but you should be able to figure it out. If not quite sure on how brands are spun here, Bob refers you to this prior post on the matter for an explanation.


Guess that them there Booble boys found the bar a little too high here, in terms of measuring up to exemplary ideals, so said mofos not only went and changed the corporate name back in 2015, but used it as convenient excuse to  do away with the tagline above, in favor of “Do the right thing.”

Does this mean they think our sorry sheeple asses will forgot it all? And for “who” are said mofos doing the right thing for—themselves—no doubt.  Damn skippy there! This nifty little A-to-Z corporate history primer here can fill in a few extra blanks for you, along with these additional pieces here and here.

Despite there being a lot of discussion on this matter of Booble being evil, the root word "boob," in and of ltself, singular, and/or plural (which is better), is most deffo not evil. The company logo proves it. Look long and hard here, Bobbolin(o/a). So....what;'s not to like?!
But they have this sneaky other logo that points to sumpin' more sinister going on. Others may dismiss it as being mere "coink--e-dink" of course. Let's smoke another one, shall we?

To go back to the whole duality and inseparability of good and evil, let's consider the sliding scale, and stay on the relative "bad" side. 


So, how evil is / was Booble, and how do they stack up to all the other evil going on out there in the world, uhm, like say Halloween and its origins, creepy clowns and other small shit like that?


But first, maybe you have to let it happpen to you and not do anything about it. Either that, or head it off at the pass before it gets there. 


Evil is relative, but then again, your relative might be evil too, especially if she’s your mother-in-law, like our exhibit below. 


N.B. / Major Friggin' Hint: Do NOT marry into this kind of situation, or your sorry ass will be hooked to a whole bunch of hurt and malice for years to come. 

Yo, sometimes that evil shit starts at an early age, and evolves to bigger and better over time. It’s like playing golf every day, and perfecting things over decades.


The initial kernels of genius are a genetic gift, just like with all other human capabilities, but they can be nurtured and refined to be made more powerful. Imagine the possibilities down the road with this pair.


Two future Booble execs here, or maybe they create their own realms, and take things to a whole new level of evil excellence. There be some serious Damien / Omen-esque stuff festering there. 

Regardless of your personal take on good versus evil, that, plus a whole boatload of witty observations and wry wisdom, as they apply to weddings, marriage thereafter and a cornucopia of other goodies, await to warp and twist your mind. It's all covered in Bob’s debut novel about his single-guy, nupital travel (mis)adventures abroad.



Subject: Barcelona #62 - Picking Partners Presciently
(Posted on Sep 17, 2016 at 09:54AM ) Tags:
We’ve all seen this situation before, if not perhaps experienced it firsthand. It’s when someone (or your own sorry ass) has a new partner, and it seems that new person is not liked by just about everyone.

It’s quite common that new love ain’t gonna be loved by all equally, right away, or ever. But, if said individual is reviled and despised by every single mofo—family, friend and foe alike, one should consider it a subtle hint. Ya think?! It seems that some of us will still continue the mad march to marriage, and dealing with the consequences thereafter. 

Bob’s ass was at a wedding in Barcelona, where there was no such issue at all with the couple of the moment, but he had been thinking about an email from a friend who had gone that route, and that got him thinking about some others he knew of in that predicament. Case in point,

There will always be some people on one or even both sides, who may not like
one partner for whatever reason, but everybody speaking in unison just cannot
be wrong. Not that either partner was
unmensch or shit like that, it was more that
they were not meant for each other, and that portended disaster. Most won’t  listen
in that situation; love made you blind, or you secretly knew and doggedly pressed
on regardless.

All (and Bob means every last one) of this other cat’s friends and family had pleaded with him to drop his bride to be, right down to the day of the big event. He forged ahead regardless and was divorced a year later.

Sometimes, the match is just otherwise bad to begin with, and it doesn’t even take very long for shit to slip sideways, as seen here in Russia on wedding day itself. 


Here’s another white wedding interlude with a completely different slant from China.



These  are definitely not lone or anomalous experiences. Many folks don't sort their stuff straight before leaping into one of life’s biggest commitments, only to be perhaps blindsided later on, if a caustic, misaligned or unbalanced pairing right from the get go isn’t enough. Maybe what's needed is just thinking a wee bit about your "forever" partner beforehand, knowing what they're really about and if a good fit for the long haul. 


For many, the "be all end all" of marriage is having kids. But perhaps, that may also require a little thought on the pros and cons, and if you're hooked up with the right person. Think you’re ready? Try this amusing parent test from a few years back in the UK.

And then, even if you pick your better half wisely, and jump through all the early stage gates and hoops unscathed, replete with seals of approval from both sides of the fence, years later, what with kids and daily family life, things may well turn out like this below anyway.


Ahhh technology, making lives easier and better, even for daily domestic debate and discourse with your loved ones.

But don’t despair, if you find yourself in such a marriage predicament. Depending on where you are in the world, divorce may not be a fast and easy option for many reasons, but there are always other "approaches" to said situation, as nicely outlined here


Problem solved, and now you’re free to shuffle off casually to the next bad relationship in your life. Note said solution need not be limited to the Philippines either. If you dont want to risk doing this on home turf, plan a vacation abroad in some sun-drenched paradise where local "professional labor" skills are a bargain. More proof Bob is an international, out-of-the--box creative thinker to everyday problems. Borrowing from Canuckistani politcos, past and present, "Sunny ways my friends. Sunny ways."

Maybe it's all about perspective, separating reality from illiusions, and seeing the bigger picture.

 


Above all, Bob believes in keeping shit in life simple, and to really distill the important crap down to its core. Cuz, like if you pick poorly, it’s all downhill from there, and just a matter of time before stuff goes sideways and ultimately collapses.


And if you feel you don’t have enough sample size or actual "in the field" insights about this, feel free to tuck into Bob’s debut novel. You'll see how this stuff shakes out for real, as witnessed at others’ weddings the world over, through his own eyes and personal interactions be they good, bad, or ugly, but always funny and on point.

The price of entry could sure as shit save your sorry ass some grief and Benjamin$ down the road, and provide a few kernels of wisdom straight from the trenches of modern marriage warfare.



On a great stag night two days before the wedding, Bob was out with groom Dudley Steele and another dozen buddies from England, Spain, the Netherlands and Germany in Puerto de la Cruz on Tenerife's north side. Rounds of warm-up beers were followed by dinner at an Indian restaurant, where "somebody" decided it might be interesting to see how much heat could be put out there in one dish.

When the owner came to me, I turned to him. “Some of the lads are from England, and
like their food very spicy, sir. Not Spanish, white man, or even English vindaloo spicy.
Please make it extra
Indian spicy. I used to live in India. You know what I mean. Do your
best, please.” I laid down the gauntlet in challenge to his piquancy prowess.

“I make extra very special for you, sir,” he replied, smiling, and with a knowing gleam
in his eyes.

                                                                              ***

Our appetizers arrived. We were hit by the pungent wave of heat and spice wafting from
the one dish given extra attention. The owner beamed as he placed the plate in front of
me on the table. I knew from a distance, without a taste that he had risen to the challenge,
and then some.

Before us was a plate with half a dozen peppers stuffed with a selection of ground chilies,
unidentifiable little 
lumpy bits, and white clumps of some sort of cheese-looking substance.
Death peppers deluxe!

“Right, then,” said Roddy fearlessly. “I can handle it. Let’s do it together. No excuses, or
a bollocking.” Dudley, Mr. P, Roddy, and I each took a pepper confidently in hand.

“Remember lads, if it’s too hot, take some of the raita.” I pointed to the bowl on the table
beside the pepper plate. “No water. Or anything else. It will only make it worse.”

The four of us each popped one in our mouths and bit down. Like a shot, Roddy reached
for the raita bowl, and downed a healthy swig straight from the bowl, bypassing the spoon.
Serious stuff.  Mr. P’s face froze in horror. His jaw unhinged as he spat out mangled morsels
of pepper onto the plate. He turned red and his eyes teared.

My mouth exploded in a firebomb, with intensity I hadn’t experienced since I’d left India
three years ago. I could tolerate it though. I warmed up and felt sweat developing on my
brow.

“Jesus fuckin’ H. Christ, Bogus,” snarled Dudley, after he swallowed two spoons of raita
in rapid succession. He likely wanted to add more scolding, but couldn’t. Mr. P followed
and did the same, silent in his suffering, but his watery eyes clearly revealed his state.

“Bobby Bo was merely providing the opportunity for those that wanted an amped up
appie adventure,” I said.

“Right fuckin’ cunt you are,” retorted Roddy.

“You asked for it, mate,” I said calmly.
Innocent.

A few were clearly unhappy with this initial part of  our dining experience, and a bit miffed at Bob, despite their professing being tough guys in the HOT 'n SPICY department.

So, just what exactly had gone down here? We had very likely just been “ghost peppered” in that dish. On the Scoville scale of measuring the “bring the heat” factor, the Indian Ghost Pepper, or bhut jolokia (and a few other names), is way up there at the top.


Until 2013, that puppy was reputed to be the spiciest pepper out there. It has since been surpassed by the Carolina Reaper, and for a time by the Trinidad Moruga Scorpion and related derivative Butch T.

But hey, don’t take this pundit’s word for how hot these things are. Here's a nice intro from someone in the trade with some good narrative and background information.



Here are a few more folks that tried, and who wanted to share their experience. Pop one of these suckers in your mouth, and watch the mirth and mayhem unfold.


Our next hero contestant, RapidResponseKing (aka Tedy), needs to be admired for aiming to take in several in rapid succession. 
 

Our full-of-energy gal, GloZell Green, wasn't yet hip to things like water and soda NOT being a good idea here to fight the fire, even when she was munching on a lower intensity habanero


When stuff goes sideways on you here, know ito have some dairy around (e.g., milk, yoghurt, sour cream, raita or other fine things of that ilk.) to help douse the flames.

And sometimes, Momma knows best, as in “Just don’t do it!” We had to get a mention in there of her, what with Mother’s Day going down tomorrow.


Even if U a hottie, your sorry state won’t get spared when it comes time to bring the heat and take your ass down (as Bob likes to say), "faster than a piñata at Carlos Slim Helu’s surprise 50th birthday party."



And then, at the very end of this transforming culinary experience, after your having received that consumng warm embrace on the inbound path, one might find that gift of pure joy getting recycled through the outbound, backdoor end. So brace, and beware, Bobbolin(o/a)s. 


But hey, it’s all just like the tagline points out, on this bag below, as taken from Bob’s own pantry. 



Things like this, they ain’t be teaching your ass in school. That’s why Bob hits weddings across the world, where one can find oneself in all kinds of crazy situations and funny encounters in exotic locations. As some single cat traveling between continents, you pick up a few things along the way. And you can read all about it here, since life's too short for boring reads. 


 
A couple weeks before Christmas 1996, Bob was sitting in a rather sturdy church in Santiago, Chile, and trying to distract and amuse himself with different musings and thoughts during a tedious, full-on Catholic wedding ceremony. One such thread was about his general attendance, or lack thereof, in houses of worship. 

That I needed such diversions at all reminded me why I limited my presence in
religious venues to begin with—weddings 
and funerals only. Call it WaFO. I wasn’t
even a part of the seasonal C+E crowd.
OK, maybe add the odd baptism or bar
mitzvah, 
or if there might ever be need to stave off hordes of zombies taking
over the world.

Many churches were solid enough for such a siege, but it would be paramount to
hole up in one with minimal windows 
high enough up to be inaccessible to marauding
fleshseekers. In Manhattan, the AT&T Long Lines Building was 
arguably much more
zombie-proof than most houses of worship. It also held the advantage of not being home
to a 
particular religion—unless of course spiritual suffusion itself provided protection.

Not being a regular attendee, Bob was thinking about the fortress-like state of many churches, and comparing to that other edifice mentioned above. And why not? That’s the way Bob’s brain ticks along. You never know when zombies might strike. Always good to be aware, if not prepared per se. 

Here's a frontal of the Iglesia de los Santos Ángeles Custodios from the wedding, followed by that NYC structure. 


Do zombies even really exist, apart from our fascination with them in movies and TV? Some say there is indeed a basis there, but that is for another discussion altogether. Do your own research and make your own determination.

Regarding picking a suitable spot to make a stand, the downside may well be that if they can’t get in, you may consequently not be able to get out either. It goes both ways. Long term survivability is tied to a host of other factors, once you start to think about it.  Depending on where one is, and how they are encountered, and with various means and tools haphazardly at one’s disposal, any reaction to them will vary, even if it’s Grandma, as seen in Scary Movie 4.


The lads in Shaun of the Dead make some exemplary use of old 12-inch vinyl LPs in an inspired creatve moment, in the midst of their off-the-cuff defense tactics.


Bob commends their musical choices, sacrificing some for the sake of others. Do-or-die situations call for tough decisions.

Another facet to consider, is whether the other side will be the more traditional, slow-moving ones, or the newer, more agile fast ones (a la 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later), and how you need to react.


No matter where you are, beyond being holed up somewhere (hopefully) safe and defendable, your ass will need lots of supplies (e.g., guns, ammo, food, water, and other weaponry) in order to keep up the good survival fight.

Here are two highlight reels of improvised, imaginative methods on dealing with and dispatching zombies, doubling down on a Top 10 list approach from some of the cinematic genre's finer splatterfest moments over the years.


Bob particulalry digs the chainsaw bride scene, at position #2 in the second reel, seeing as the damndest things can happen at a wedding, so best to keep ever alert. Here below is the English language trailer on that Spanish flick, [Rec]3: Génesis


Ladies, talk about being real pissed when your big day doesn’t go down the way you had it all perfectly planned. Survival (and marriage) is all about pivoting and adapting.


Now that’s spicing a wedding day up somewhat. And as with any good romance story, there is that mandated "Happily Ever After" (or HEA, per short label in the trade) for the couple … sorta …kinda, in a dark and different way. But hey, that’s the  way love and weddings shake out sometimes in the real world.

You could also plan your very own zombie-themed wedding, as some have done.


Note it’s  pure coink-e-dink this post came up in time for Halloween.



No matter if at a wedding, or anywhere else, the Zombie Apocalypse, or a smaller, localized, regional variant therein, may sneak up on your ass when you’re least expecting it. That’s why some single dude traveling the world for weddings is always open to the possibilities of stuff happening around him. And you can read all about it and much more in this offbeat, and unique novel. Bob's got you covered if you want something different to read.



I did win Wedding Chronicles from the author, therefore I read it for free, however i do think the book is well written, like it is quite interesting and as a reader i did quite feel like i was a part of Bobby's journey.

But i did feel like despite the wit and humor of the character some parts of the book were dragged out unnecessary making the book seem longer.

This was different read from a lot of the other books i read and i enjoyed the change. I would definitely recommend Wedding Chronicles to most of my friends if they were looking for a light hearted read.

Rating: 4 / 5 *

Original Posting: Swarleen Oberai | September 20, 2014 | Source Link: Goodreads
I won this book through a giveaway here on GoodReads.

I really wanted to like this book, not only because it seemed interesting, but also because the author spent so much time and efforts to trace it, since it seemed lost, and I really wanted to reward him with a good review.

Unfortunately, I cannot do so. I really tried to enjoy it, but I was not able to understand his purpose in all this. The characters were boring and, honestly, sometimes I even felt disgusted by them. Even though he travelled all around the world and he dealt with many different kind of people, I could feel sometimes prejudices and bigotry, not to talk about the machismo. I think this is a book that only Canadian or American people could read, because they are the only ones that could properly understand it. The main character says the he is not ready to get married, but I think that he is just one of those forever irresolute people, unable to make decisions.

I decided to give it 2 stars because the descriptions of the different lifestyles around the world are very interesting.

The writing style is well-built, but in some parts the author uses so much slang that it is almost impossible to understand him for a non native English speaker like me. However, I will not blame him for this, because I am sure that it was due to my partial knowledge of the language.

I am sorry to write a review like this, but this is not a book I would recommend since it communicate me nothing.

Rating: 2 / 5 *

Original Posting: Fede | December 25, 2014 | Source Link: Goodreads

Subject: London #15 - In the pub (on the piss)
(Posted on Mar 2, 2015 at 12:56PM ) Tags:
Pubs—there certainly seemed to be a LOT of them about in the UK in '89 when Bob first visited the place. At a March '91 wedding, the topic of their number came up in conversation. The lads were standing around for a few hours in The Kings Head in Shepperton, to "take the edge off" before that much more serious church ceremony stuff began on a Saturday afternoon.

Pubs and churches went hand in hand, and were often physically side-by-side—as close
as possible to marrying the two, short of actually serving alcohol during the ceremony.

Now that would be awesome.

This physical proximity to pubs wasn’t reserved solely for churches; pubs were everywhere
in this country.

“Some 74,000 or thereabouts per current measure,” Rowland had told me. “Factor in another
35,000 on-license locations between restaurants, private clubs, other residential, and the
off-licenses, and there is no shortage, my boy.”

You could be anywhere, doing anything, and if you fancied a pint, a short walk or drive in any
direction would lead to a place to wet your whistle.

Pubs are friendly places, where even complete strangers can have a deep and meaningful conversation on just about any topic. This classic Monty Python sketch originally aired in 1969 (when Bob was not yet even in kindergarten) ably demonstrates that.


Yo, that’s the way British humo(u)r rolled back then. The Two Ronnies take another run at things in the pub with their What’s My Line approach. 


And what cultural pub overview would be complete without a little “mixing it up” a la Hale and Pace.
 

In all fairness to the ladies, we must give them a say about the pub, drinking, and what their guys may be up to, especially when the girls may have other things in mind ... nudge nudge wink wink, know what I mean? Here’s the Loose Women crew having a natter on the matter, even though it takes them a few minutes to make their points.


Say no more! Remember ladies, even if you're not from Purley and haven't been around, menfolk are simple, and not mind readers. Best to always give them a heads up on things, especially as a relationship / marriage (d)evolves over time.

So, back to the numbers and related things about pubs. The count quoted above re watering holes matches up with this source here, but seems to be significantly different from this source here, and echoed here. Well, you can chalk that up to being the nature of statistics many a time—someone always has a different way to count stuff of note. Dig deeper on your own if you feel the burning desire to demystify that.

Anyway, bottom line, it’s always better when one need not stray far for a glass of liquid cheer. With all the pubs out there, it seems many names get used repeatedly per this piece. Regarding the specific pub on that particular wedding day, it is but one of 240 with that name. There may not be a lot of creativity at play.  The Red Lion takes top spot with 518 places electing to name their establishment with that. But there are still a few examples of imaginative names with the likes of The Pyrotechnists Arms, The Cat & Custard Pot, and The Legend of Oily Johnniesamong others, as this piece highlights.

The number of UK pubs has actually been in a slow and steady decline the last decades, as pointed out here and here, for a few reasons. Other options for drinking are present now with bars and clubs, consumption patterns are changing, and lots of supermarkets are selling too, so one can drink at home more easily than ever before. Historically, there’s a long and deeply ingrained culture at play, going back to a time when drinking water may not have been so clean, so beer was a better, safer opttion—one simply had to go where that was to stay hydrated. Some of the history and background can be dug up here and here

Despite the modern day decline, there are still plenty about today if you need to get your drink on.  If you’ve never been to a real authentic pub, how does one explain the differences between pub and bar cultures? Two pieces here and  here expand on that. The best way to sort it is experiencing it firsthand if you can. 

With this talk about pubs and drinking, is it all a bit too much, and is there a problem? Australian comedian Jim Jefferies may have the answer, with his focused and artful spin on drinking, and subtle comparison between the UK and US.


We won’t bother to dig further on comparisons with other pub cultures such as Ireland and Australia—let’s save that for another drink and time. However, Bob couldn't resist pulling up an Oirish gem (from some refreshment oasis, no doubt) that wisely tells folks not to worry about most matters in life. It adheres to the KISS principle. 


Whether or not hanging around the pub fits with your own personal socializing style and/or life-knowledge gathering modus operandi, as some single-guy, occasional wedding guest and part-time typist, Bob has gleaned the following kernel of wisdom, as this pub signboard below points out. More similarly insightful and informative pub signs can be seen here.



This be TRUTH and deffo, is stuff they ain’t teaching your sorry ass in skool [sic]—maybe sumpin' best mulled in situ in some "appropriate" spot with our culturally- and world-aware Aussie mate, Jim from above, and those of similar ilk.


If you're lucky, the opportunity to experience this may be there just as it was for Bob, traveling the world for weddings. Or just read about it all in his book.




Unique funny read

This is a very unique and interesting concept, and a book that is exceptionally well written. Boguslavski has a talent to string words together, such that it’s easy and most pleasant reading. His sense of humour is often riotously funny! There’s an incredible attention to detail on many aspects of the setting. The descriptions of food and drink got my complete and total attention….delicious! Having said that, other detailed narratives on items such as wedding party fashion and architecture had much less appeal to me, were a bit much and I wanted to move on. Female readers may well find the bridal fashion angle much more interesting than I did. The inclusion of global current events of the day mixed into the backdrop are thought-provoking and add depth to the overall story. Bottom line … a great book I thoroughly enjoyed.

Rating: 5 / 5 *

Original Posting: Lewe77 | August 23, 2014 | Source: Apple iBooks (CA)


 
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