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Describiing the iInside of a pub

  • 27-11-2011 7:31pm
    #1
    Registered Users Posts: 233 ✭✭


    Could anybody help me here? I need a paragraph describing this but it can be any pub but in London. Does that make sense? I just find my descriptions a bit dull and need some input. Any input!:o


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  • Moderators, Arts Moderators Posts: 35,508 Mod ✭✭✭✭pickarooney


    What have you got so far?


  • Registered Users Posts: 233 ✭✭Flashgordon197


    The pub was The Bell Hand and like many London pubs had a big window in which the pub goers could sit and revel in their indolence and pass the time looking at the scurrying masses. It was decorated in dark panelled wood with a large mahogany counter that demanded respect and made you feel you the pub owners were doing you a favour by serving you. The rather rotund bar man certainly gave him that impression as he gave him a Gin and Tonic and a pint of ale’


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,775 ✭✭✭EileenG


    The Bell Hand wasn't a pub to relax in. Jim ordered a pint and a G&T, but the plump barman sniffed while he served it, and gave the impression that he was doing him an exceptional favour. The massive mahogany counter and dark panelling combined to imply that Jim was out of place and should be on his best behaviour.


  • Registered Users Posts: 233 ✭✭Flashgordon197


    EileenG wrote: »
    The Bell Hand wasn't a pub to relax in. Jim ordered a pint and a G&T, but the plump barman sniffed while he served it, and gave the impression that he was doing him an exceptional favour. The massive mahogany counter and dark panelling combined to imply that Jim was out of place and should be on his best behaviour.


    I like it! Thanks


  • Registered Users Posts: 3,956 ✭✭✭Doc Ruby


    It was the sort of pub you could sit in and savour the timeless ambience that only mahogany and dark oak could infuse, but only after you had been given the once over to make sure you didn't better belong in the rat race outside. No rodent the stout gent behind the bar, a man for whom the word landlord had been invented, even to the multihued glories of his florid nose. Savour it indeed, as long as you belonged.


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,688 ✭✭✭storker


    Don't forget the quiz and gambling arcade games that are part of almost all UK pubs, and comletely bugger up any chance of an atmosphere.

    Stork


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 9,559 ✭✭✭DublinWriter


    storker wrote: »
    Don't forget the quiz and gambling arcade games that are part of almost all UK pubs, and comletely bugger up any chance of an atmosphere.
    ....plus the fact that nearly all UK independent pubs are called the something and something, e.g. The Parrot and Filofax, The Frog and the Lozenge, etc. The majority of non-independent UK pubs are brewery/Weatherspoons controlled and have a single name.

    A good approach might be a Philip Marlowesque semi-ironic, satirical tone such as...

    The pub was called The Bell and Candle and it's only claim to fame was that it was the only East End boozer not levelled by the Luftwaffe in 1941. When (central character) entered the premises on a wet Thursday afternoon and surveyed the depressing scatter of regulars, it was with some irony that he noted the barman bore more than a passing resemblance to Hermann Göring. After years of neglect, the only thing that would change the depressing ambiance of this pub would be a five-hundred pound bomb manufactured in the Ruhr Valley and delivered at an approximate height of 20,000 feet fifty years ago.


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