I love The Oval, was great for underage drinking back in the day and it’s still a great spot post Academy gigs.
Killian G
Yes, terrific pub.
I went there with a girl I had only known about a week. We had ‘done it’ but there was still a bit of shyness around things. After a couple of drinks I needed to go for a poo. Like really needed to go. And I was thinking, hmmm, if we end up ‘doing it’ again I really don’t want this poo inside me. So off I went. It went well until the last stage of the process. No bloody toilet roll. So I had to use my own socks. I then concealed them behind the cistern. I was not too proud of this but – not my fault they didn’t provide any toilet roll. When we were leaving the pub. she looked down and said “that is very european of you”. We did not proceed to ‘do it; that evening. In fact I never heard from her again. To this day, I do not know if it was because of me not wearing any socks or my tendency to be a bit boring around women.
mildred st. meadowlark
I’d have been impressed by your gumption. So I would.
Killian G
Offer accepted. I am single now and free this evening. And keen to get an active session under my belt so to speak for the festive season. Always a bit of a purple patch for me. (And just in case you are wondering I carry a small pocket pack of kleenex everywhere I go these days)
mildred st. meadowlark
Meet me in the toilets of The Oval at lunchtime. A little bird tells me they do a reasonably priced coffee. You can show me your best moves then.
She’s asked twice, Killian. Don’t leave her hangin
mildred st. meadowlark
I think I frightened him off.
Feckit anyways.
Bertie Blenkinsop
He’s just gone home to change his socks.
Killian G
Not at all! Eager as a beaver, in fact. Here now already. I’m in the cubicle on the left.
And the excitement is building if you catch my drift.
Nigel
Or just realised that kleenex don’t make great socks.
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
I spent most of my time in The Oval!!!
Except it was the Cork one. A superb pub.
Could you not just have clenched your bumcheeks and cleaned it when you got to her gaff?
Killian G
If I had known then what I know now then yes that is what I would have done.
But back in those days I labored under the illusion that women would find a poo-smeared bottom area to be somehow unsexy.
Now I know it to be an enormous turn-on.
Frilly Keane
Christ
What kinda wimin are you knocking around with Mr G
The only ‘wans that like a shy-t covered an’ting are the ‘wans you have to pay
Nigel
Some pub employee, somewhere, finally has the chance for some closure over the horrific ‘poo-socks incident’ that has haunted them all this time.
Bertie Blenkinsop
I avoid such embarrassing situations by only being able to poo in my own home.
When it’s quiet.
And the tv volume is high.
Who are you calling mad?
Nigel
It’s only really mad if you have to do something sock-related to ‘get in the mood.’
Brother Barnabas
My little me can only poo when I’m holding his hand. He’s small enough that I still find it endearing.
Bertie Blenkinsop
I might try that with one of my fellow employees, it’s costing me a fortune having to turn down overtime cos I’m bursting.
Brother Barnabas
tread carefully with that request
you’ll be the scatological weinstein
Nigel
It’s funny what you’re happy to put up with just because they’re finally using the loo properly.
wellness
There is a stong whiff of desperation emanating from your cubicle , Killian. Mildred has left the building.
Bertie Blenkinsop
That’s the funniest thing since Dermot Bannon playing basketball
Brother Barnabas
I think I pulled a muscle laughing at that.
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
I think we all know which ‘muscle’ you were pulling
Brother Barnabas
Nooooo. I didn’t see the erotic element to that story. I’ll read it again though.
On The Buses
HAAAAAAAAAAAA, you should have told her you wiped your arse with your socks and then left your pooey socks in the toilet. she wouldn’t have thought you were boring then.
Andrew
Always guaranteed an underage pint way back. I think they had some kind of disco bar upstairs as far as I remember. Used to go there and Sean O’Caseys (which may be gone now)
Different times. I haven’t been in there in years.
Funny story Killian! made me laugh anyway.
Kid Creole Jensen
Sean O’Casey’s is now the Pipers Arms, full of craft beer and proper didley ay.
Andrew
I didn’t know that. Thanks. Have you been? Hipster quotient high?
David
What would you expect to pay for a coffee in any European capital city? I would expect to pay about 2.50.
Paps
About three fiddy
Loch Ness Monster
That’s exactly the amount it takes to make me go away….
Black & White
Lovely pub, have had breakfast there many times and both food and service are excellent
Diddy
Yeah I send people their who are looking for Irish pub grub. Prices up all over mind you.. and wages getting squashed
Janet, I ate my Avatar
Always enjoy that pub one of my first stops when I got back
love the very end of the bar just wedged in behind the bar partition + 1 toasted sandwich
I would like everyone to know that Mildred is all talk and promise. Lunchtime has passed and I am going home now. And guess what? They still don’t have any bloody toilet roll in that place.
bertie blenkinsop
Never mind all that, Keith Chegwin is dead.
Another childhood favourite gone. :(
Brother Barnabas
That’s sad.
The episode of Extras with him in it is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
bertie blenkinsop
Poxy the way Gervais ran out of steam, The Office and Extras were superb, shame he bought into his own hype.
some old queen
Good call. Instead of whinging about high prices, what about BS promoting low ones?
This is complete bait.
I love The Oval, was great for underage drinking back in the day and it’s still a great spot post Academy gigs.
Yes, terrific pub.
I went there with a girl I had only known about a week. We had ‘done it’ but there was still a bit of shyness around things. After a couple of drinks I needed to go for a poo. Like really needed to go. And I was thinking, hmmm, if we end up ‘doing it’ again I really don’t want this poo inside me. So off I went. It went well until the last stage of the process. No bloody toilet roll. So I had to use my own socks. I then concealed them behind the cistern. I was not too proud of this but – not my fault they didn’t provide any toilet roll. When we were leaving the pub. she looked down and said “that is very european of you”. We did not proceed to ‘do it; that evening. In fact I never heard from her again. To this day, I do not know if it was because of me not wearing any socks or my tendency to be a bit boring around women.
I’d have been impressed by your gumption. So I would.
Offer accepted. I am single now and free this evening. And keen to get an active session under my belt so to speak for the festive season. Always a bit of a purple patch for me. (And just in case you are wondering I carry a small pocket pack of kleenex everywhere I go these days)
Meet me in the toilets of The Oval at lunchtime. A little bird tells me they do a reasonably priced coffee. You can show me your best moves then.
Careful you might cause a stampede!
She’s asked twice, Killian. Don’t leave her hangin
I think I frightened him off.
Feckit anyways.
He’s just gone home to change his socks.
Not at all! Eager as a beaver, in fact. Here now already. I’m in the cubicle on the left.
And the excitement is building if you catch my drift.
Or just realised that kleenex don’t make great socks.
I spent most of my time in The Oval!!!
Except it was the Cork one. A superb pub.
Could you not just have clenched your bumcheeks and cleaned it when you got to her gaff?
If I had known then what I know now then yes that is what I would have done.
But back in those days I labored under the illusion that women would find a poo-smeared bottom area to be somehow unsexy.
Now I know it to be an enormous turn-on.
Christ
What kinda wimin are you knocking around with Mr G
The only ‘wans that like a shy-t covered an’ting are the ‘wans you have to pay
Some pub employee, somewhere, finally has the chance for some closure over the horrific ‘poo-socks incident’ that has haunted them all this time.
I avoid such embarrassing situations by only being able to poo in my own home.
When it’s quiet.
And the tv volume is high.
Who are you calling mad?
It’s only really mad if you have to do something sock-related to ‘get in the mood.’
My little me can only poo when I’m holding his hand. He’s small enough that I still find it endearing.
I might try that with one of my fellow employees, it’s costing me a fortune having to turn down overtime cos I’m bursting.
tread carefully with that request
you’ll be the scatological weinstein
It’s funny what you’re happy to put up with just because they’re finally using the loo properly.
There is a stong whiff of desperation emanating from your cubicle , Killian. Mildred has left the building.
That’s the funniest thing since Dermot Bannon playing basketball
I think I pulled a muscle laughing at that.
I think we all know which ‘muscle’ you were pulling
Nooooo. I didn’t see the erotic element to that story. I’ll read it again though.
HAAAAAAAAAAAA, you should have told her you wiped your arse with your socks and then left your pooey socks in the toilet. she wouldn’t have thought you were boring then.
Always guaranteed an underage pint way back. I think they had some kind of disco bar upstairs as far as I remember. Used to go there and Sean O’Caseys (which may be gone now)
Different times. I haven’t been in there in years.
Funny story Killian! made me laugh anyway.
Sean O’Casey’s is now the Pipers Arms, full of craft beer and proper didley ay.
I didn’t know that. Thanks. Have you been? Hipster quotient high?
What would you expect to pay for a coffee in any European capital city? I would expect to pay about 2.50.
About three fiddy
That’s exactly the amount it takes to make me go away….
Lovely pub, have had breakfast there many times and both food and service are excellent
Yeah I send people their who are looking for Irish pub grub. Prices up all over mind you.. and wages getting squashed
Always enjoy that pub one of my first stops when I got back
love the very end of the bar just wedged in behind the bar partition + 1 toasted sandwich
And that was with table service :)
That poo-sock story tho….. LOL
I would like everyone to know that Mildred is all talk and promise. Lunchtime has passed and I am going home now. And guess what? They still don’t have any bloody toilet roll in that place.
Never mind all that, Keith Chegwin is dead.
Another childhood favourite gone. :(
That’s sad.
The episode of Extras with him in it is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
Poxy the way Gervais ran out of steam, The Office and Extras were superb, shame he bought into his own hype.
Good call. Instead of whinging about high prices, what about BS promoting low ones?
Free publicity maybe but they deserve it.