In response to J Stone's review of 15/2/2015
It's difficult to decide which is the more irritating customer to have to deal with - the entitled dog-owner or the half-witted parent who thinks the sun shines out of his off-spring's rear. I think, on the whole, more pub-goers are irritated by unruly children than by dogs. But, of course, it is not the dog's or the child's fault. The problem lies with the inability or disinclination of the owner/parent to control their precious little gems.
What actually happened?
The Spotted Dog, a corner working-class boozer, hosts, with great pride, twice a month, an afternoon of classical music performed by up to ten students and ex-students of Birmingham Conservatoire. Harpists, violinists, cellists, opera singers, flautists, pianists and others, each performing solo for 15 - 20 minutes. Beneficial to the students who get to perform in an environment different from their normal one of symphony halls or conservatoires. They also earn a few bob like their cousins the "jazzers" who have many venues in which to perform. They love it! Also, these afternoons are aimed at Philistines, like yours truly (brought up on a diet of Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis), in an attempt to introduce us to classical music. These kids are astonishingly talented and a joy to listen to. There are notices in the pub requesting (actually, demanding) silence during the performances.
Mr Entitled Dickhead plonks himself, wife and three kids (surely not his, probably the product of IVF if his hissy fit was evidence of his manliness!) in the middle of the audience and appears oblivious to the fact, almost proud, that one of the kids is shouting and screaming during one of the harp solos. Since he seemed unwilling to control this little monster, who was ruining the enjoyment of all the other customers, I politely pointed out that there was another room to which they could relocate. The wife, face like thunder, gathered up her mini-terrorist and decamped followed by Mr Dickhead and the rest of the brood. After the last performance he came storming in, no doubt encouraged by his harridan wife, to complain about someone being rude to his beloved. When I expressed surprise that I had had to suggest to him that he and his family should have respect for the performers and audience, and when I pointed out that I, not he, am the sole arbiter of how my pub is run and how the clientele should behave he really lost the plot. In front of his kids and wife he had no problem screaming a load of nonsense liberally spiced with c-, f- and w-words (I'll leave you to work out "w-word"). He left with a shouted threat, witnessed by about ten people, "to burn the f-ing pub down". Silly man!
As to the points in his post:
His wife was not insulted by anyone as far as we could tell.
The "polish girl", surely Polish, was almost certainly patronising him - her day job is caring for people, some quite aggressive, with learning difficulties.
Any new words that his wife's children learned emanated from him.
If they were traumatised, it was probably that they were worried that such lack of control and gross inconsideration for others might be genetic.
I'm not sure that we've ever been compared to pubs in Asia before, but we have welcomed kids in The Spotted Dog and it's garden for thirty years. One proviso, though - they have to be accompanied by a RESPONSIBLE adult. Maybe he didn't see the notice to that effect, though, I'd prefer to believe that he did, but couldn't understand or read it.
Please, please do not amend this half-wit's post, because it will be very consoling for the rest of the customers who attend Sunday Classics that this inconsiderate, self-important, moron will never again be there.
And, by the way, we don't allow dogs in!
John Tighe.
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