Castle Farm
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I never change my working clothes to visit my local Co-op. I like everyone in the store to know I'm a local not a bloody tourist.
I never change my working clothes to visit my local Co-op. I like everyone in the store to know I'm a local not a bloody tourist.
Not the old Tuffins at Craven Arms by any chance?Local supermarket had a sign up asking customers to refrain from wearing night attire when shopping. We can match Walmart dress sense in Shropshire .
One of ours has gone like that the beer is more expensive than London (about £8 a pint) a lot of it is around £70 pp for 3 courses, locals have to go around the side screwed up the parking so you have people using neighbours driveways to park and as a toilet. It has irked a lot of locals the only one it hasn't is the one who runs an unlicensed taxi service for drunks and one who get a fair chunk of work from the owner.A country pub I sometimes visited when I lived dahn sarf re opened under new management. I popped in for a pint one lunchtime. One pickup in the car park and a pair of boots outside the door. The new landlady stopped me in the passage with her hand up. I asked if they were open ? She looked me up and down before letting me in. One worried looking person sat at the bar in a T shirt and bottom half of overalls, and in stockinged feet. He confided in me that she had told him to remove his workboots and not to lean on the bar in his overalls. The place was going upmarket and wanted a better class of clientele, more Coco Chanel less cowsh*t.
Taking pride in how filthy/smelly/disgusting you can be Some of these tales just sound slovenly whilst others are borderline mental illness.
We had an old Wessex boar went off his back legs some time back . I decided to take him in to the abattoir in a 10 cwt Ford van we had at the time . All went well until I pulled up at the traffic lights and some nosy old woman , who was waiting to cross poked her head in at the passenger side window . This rough old boar , with dirty face , and long tusks let out a grunt , and I thought the old lassie would have a heart attack !The effect is complete when you pull up outside the once local shop (they are all becoming mini-supermarkets/chains these days though) with a tractor and a dirty slurry tanker, ideally dripping and hissing a little. The alternative is with a 4x4 and *loaded* cattle trailer making mooing or bleating noises.
The pipe will be in his jacket pocket, at least that's where Dad kept his when doing jobs that required two hands. Setting fire to himself was not unusual when he forgot about it.It's in his right hand
I wouldn't go everywhere is shity overalls and gumboots but clean overalls and gumboots , my money is the same as anyone elses.Quick run around my local supermarket this afternoon. Chap in there wearing red overalls covered in sh1t. Filthy wellington boots and to top it off a dear stalker hat….he was one of our local farmers. Is this reasonable behaviour, walking around in public like a mental patient? I know it’s his job, but I doubt a surgeon would walk around in blood splattered scrubs would he. I’m not suggesting he showers and wears a suit but he could have taken his overalls off and slipped a pair of boots/trainers on his feet.