Off for a beer.

But not going to JD Wetherspoon's.

Here are my reasons why: JD Wetherspoon with its fine Zebu bushmeat burgers, lazy and indolent staff, old grannies holding people up when they order 50,000 coffees as Wetherspoons is a half fuckin pence cheaper than anywhere else, screaming feral brats running riot whilst the chavscum parents sit around supping the child benefits, dull fucktards who can't remember what their table number is when they order food despite a million signs telling them to make a note of the table number, oh and the joy of ordering a real ale only to find that it is off an some dozy bastard has not turned the pump clip around.

A thousand people gasping for a pint an seven staff behind the bar but only one working whilst the rest are on tea breaks or just avoiding work. One "manager" who thinks that they are far to fucking important to get their hands dirty serving customers, who walks about with a briefcase/clipboard instead of pulling pints.

JD Wetherspoon can kiss me arse, off to a real "real ale" pub.

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