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Was always the way I remembered of saying "dont mention it" in japanese. Dont touch my moustache in English." Do tussu musta" in Japanese. So cappy when your girlfriend was saying what you thought was dont touch my moustache, she/he was in fact along with a lot of other words was probably giving you a compliment. Cheers John S
#####domt mention it john .....off to whitby for a run today ....a fine spring morning here ......so shuld get some good sea air....regards cappyQuote:
Originally Posted by j.sabourn
Keith,we were staying at a hotel on the front in Blackpool and we got a taxi which seemed quite a bit away from Blackpool and if I remember rightly the place was like a big barn not like the average pub.
Regards.
Jim.B.
"Fathers Moustache" in New Orleans. Pretty sure that was the bar where in the 80's you had two pianos on the stage back to back being played by two coloured ladies playing jazz, blues and rag time constantly. Absolutely fantastic atmosphere. The big thing was the fancy cocktails they used to serve at around $4.50 a go but you got the glass that it came in to keep, otherwise $1.5 and you got your drink in a plastic cup. The cocktails were pretty powerful stuff and all had names like Hurricane, Breeze (half the size of a hurricane) plus others I forget. There was a courtyard out the back where you could sit and drink and towards the end of the night we had so many empty glasses on our table (just me and 3rd Eng.) that when the waitress came to collect them we found that we had been paying full price for the drinks and glasses so we got a rebate that allowed us to carry on drinking. We had so much drink coming back to us that we had to invite a group of female dentists on a convention jaunt in New Orleans, to help us finish them off. Ended up missing the crew boat back to the ship so had to do a private hire which cost us almost as much as the nights drinks bill.
rgds
JA
Years ago when in London did frequent Dirty Dicks, a historic City pub, which takes its name from the dirty warehouse on Leadenhall Street. The pub is opposite Liverpool Street Station.
The pub that perpetuates the name and legend was described thus in 1866:
"A small public house or rather a tap of a wholesale wine and spirit business"..."a warehouse or barn without floorboards; a low ceiling, with cobwebs festoons dangling from the black rafters; a pewter, bar battered and dirty, floating with beer, numberless gas pipes tied anyhow along the struts and posts to conduct the spirits from the barrels to the taps; sample phials and labelled bottles of wine and spirits on shelves- everything covered with virgin dust and cobwebs."
It seems that successive owners of the Bishopsgate Distillery and its tap capitalised on the legend. By the end of the 19th century, its owner, a public house company called William Barker's (D.D) Ltd, was producing commemorative booklets and promotional material to advertise the pub.
For years it kept the cobwebs, dead cats and other disgusting things in the cellar bar, but these have now been tidied.
K.
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keith. i think you will find that dirty dicks was so called because on his wedding day , his wife died at the reception and he vowed to keep her memory forever by keeping the wedding feast and the bedroom untouched.possibly this later encompassed the whole pub.
#17- maybe the cause of the brides demise WAS a dirty dick.
John when the lads used to come out of Edmundo Ross's did'nt the girls from the bag works used to shout Dirty Dick.
Regards.
Jim.B.
One year we had finished discharging in Mauritius and headed for Durban for drydocking, there were rumours that we would lay up in Durban waiting for the fruit season to commence.
at the end of drydocking it was announced that we were going to lay up in East London.
East London is (was) a bit like how a western cowboy town would look with hitching posts for horses.
Our first day there we took to the local bar, ordered our drinks, were surprised that the to find that the beer had been already poured into glasses and held on a cold counter. The beer tasted flat, we then proceeded to teach the bar man how to pour a proper pint and dispense with the cold counter. After a six week lay up he was proficient in pouring pints.
East London was described as a sleepy backwater that no one wanted to visit, it was the best six weeks we spent on the SA coast.
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Originally Posted by alf corbyn
Yours is the tale that we were told then eg: from Wikipedia - Nathaniel Bentley, commonly known as Dirty Dick, was an 18th-century merchant who owned a hardware shop and warehouse in London, and is one of the people who is considered as a possible inspiration for Miss Havisham in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations after he refused to wash following the death of his fiancée on their wedding day.
He was a previous owner of a pub on Bishopsgate, in the City of London, which is named after him.
Bentley had been quite a dandy in his youth, but following the death of his fiancée on their wedding day he refused to wash or clean and for the rest of his life lived in squalor. His house and warehouse shop became so filthy that he became a celebrity of dirt. Any letter addressed to "The Dirty Warehouse, London" would be delivered to Bentley. He stopped trading in 1804 and died in 1809. The warehouse was later demolished.
A pub on Bishopsgate which Bentley once owned changed its name from The Old Jerusalem to Dirty Dick's, and recreated the look of Bentley's warehouse shop.
Years ago, while in London I went often to Petticoat lane and DD's was a usual stop off after the market, it really was like something out of Halloween, looking now at the web site it seems very spic and span. Dick would turn in his grave ?
K.