Weird pub names in Britain

In the UK, pub names are used to identify and differentiate each public house (present day bars). Many public houses are centuries old, and many of their early customers were unable to read, but could recognize pictorial signs. Some modern pub names are intended as a marketing ploy or an attempt to create “brand awareness”, frequently using a comic theme thought to be memorable. This leads to some quetionable “creatvity”.

Behold, the “23 Weirdest Pub Names In Britainsource: Buzzfeed


This film is titled “Skwerl” and it is done in fake English – what English sounds like to non-English speakers. I have only picked up on a few actual English words in it – “sure”, “today” and “why” – otherwise, no worries if you don’t understand what they are saying.

Coffee chart

source: Pop Chart Lab (larger zoomable version available)

My first exposure to the concept of coffee was the sight, sound and smell of my parents’ percolator in the 1970s. Through the eyes of youth, this percolator seemed like an industrial marvel. It weighed what seemed to be 56 pounds (25.4 kilos) and made a lot of intermittent whooshing noise. It was a mechanical whale. The drama of it all sadly ended in the 80s when they “upgraded” to a drip coffee maker called “Mr. Coffee” made of cheap plastic. It offered no excitement to speak of.

Coffee was a morning beverage in our family. An exception was made if we had people over for a weekend dinner in which case they would be offered a cup with their dessert. By Swedish standards, the coffee of my youth could be described as “coffee flavored tea”. Despite my addition of copious dairy and sugar, I never really got into it, not even during my initial university years when one needs the caffeine to pull all-nighter study sessions.

Until, that is, I rediscovered the drama of coffee during a semester abroad in France. I quickly assimilated to morning café crème and after meal espressos. I then worked in a bohemian suburban Chicago café for a year. This is where I learned to steam a perfect milk froth and discovered my espresso shot limit (9).

If I come to your home and you graciously offer me a cup of regular coffee, I will most likely politely turn you down and ask if it is possible to have a cup of tea instead. If however we are in a metropolitan area and fall upon a café with an imposing, chrome-plated machine churning out espresso and steamed milk concoctions with foreign names, I’m totally in. The inflated price of these types of beverages (especially in Stockholm) only adds to my pleasure. Note that Starbucks is a last resort. I prefer more authentic ritual if I can get it.