Cartoons of foxes in waistcoats, and other features of truly characterless gastropubs

SOULLESS pubs feigning a long rustic history always pull the same interior design crap based around the same few bollocks items: 

Cartoons of foxes in waistcoats

What could be more English than the fox, nature’s murderous bastard, dressed up like an estate agent on a shooting weekend? Fun the first time you saw it, when you were five, but the joke wears thin when it’s repeated in every gold-painted plastic frame on the way to the loo, from frogs in tweeds to sheep in cravats.

An enormous bookcase

Ceiling-high platforms filled with dusty books are like something from a film and look just as unreal in a gastropub because they literally are. These bought-by-the-yard encyclopaedias are nothing but thick wallpaper. And it would be odd to read them in a busy pub while customers queue at the carvery, even if you’ve forgotten your phone.

Vintage adverts

It’s easy to forget what a wartime sign for Colman’s Mustard looks like until entering one of these establishments, at which point you’re bombarded with them like 1920s pop-ups. Two pints in you’ve already concluded the Guinness toucan can go f**k itself, then the sleazy fifties pin-up cigarettes ads at the urinals send you out for a smoke and you never return.

Old maps of the area

You should already know exactly where you are, blowing £40 on stale IPAs and a burger one notch up from a Rustler’s, but there’s nothing like a 200-year-old map. Learning the original site was a turnpike next to a pig farm gives so much more character to binge-drinking your way through a Sunday roast with your parents.

Fake taxidermy 

This country’s wildlife can’t provide the grandeur of a moose head, so there’s a shabby stuffed stoat ogling you while you munch a ‘Best of British’ croquette. Even more generic is a bronze stag head to remind patrons a pub used to be worthy breaks after a hunt, rather than somewhere kids are given a placemat to colour and overpriced Tyrrell’s.

Year-round bunting

No need for a coronation, World Cup or swimming gala for this pub to celebrate because the bunting never comes down. Whether it’s a wake or a standard nationwide-run quiz, they’ll include the same neutral coloured flags half-draped over a mirror, giving the impression that a singular moment of fun died long ago and you’re drinking in its grave.

We ask you: have you even noticed Ireland has called an election?

ELECTIONS in other English-speaking countries are obviously of great interest to Britons, unless they’re in the country directly next door. Have you noticed? 

Steve Malley, tea-taster: “Ireland’s called a general election? Are they allowed to do that without asking us?”

Jo Kramer, lathe operator: “Sorry Ireland, but would you mind all lying down? You’re impeding my view of vital presidential election post-mortems in America.”

Margaret Gerving, retired: “I think it’s right they’re getting rid of that girl Fianna Fáil. I think she’s been a terrible leader and she’s not pretty even in a dress.”

Wayne Hayes, polytechnician: “I’m actually Irish. Not in a voting or paying any attention whatsoever to their politics sense, but in the sense of being fun and liking a drink.”

Eleanor Shaw, audiobook producer: “I hope Sinn Féin win. Give them a taste of their own bloody medicine.”