Time to give pubs back to grown-ups
A GRANDAD called Danny Polak appeared in court this week where he admitted two counts of assault.
In behaviour no one can condone, he had chucked half a pint of beer over a crying baby and then kicked the tot’s mum when she confronted him about it.
Let’s make no bones about this – it was an outrageous thing to do. And I’m heartened that he held his hands up to it and accepted his punishment – which was a fine and compensation.
Polak saw his arse, it would appear, because the baby was making a fuss in a pub.
Now, you don’t have to agree with the man’s reaction to understand his frustration.
I can remember the time when you could go into a boozer, order a pint, sit down, light up a cigarette and enjoy the sound of nothing more than clinking glasses and the whirr of a fruit machine.
These days every pub stinks of chips and burgers and seems to be an extension of the local f***ing crèche.
There’s little I detest more when I try to settle down for a quaff only to first have to swipe away a shedload of salt while suffering the whines of children ringing down the aisle.
And why the f*** am I paying almost four quid for a jar of mostly water only to have to stand outside in the rain for a smoke while some frigging child gets to cry in the warmth for free?
Give pubs back to men. You never know, they might start making money again.