Well, no one comes out of this covered in glory. So here let me rail against these idiots and let my own prejudices shine.
Ms Wershbale, a mother-of-one, had gone last Sunday with her girlfriend to play board games at the pub where she has been a regular for three years.
Pubs are for drinking, maybe some darts, dominoes, billiards and a bit of shove ha’penny but if you want to pretend you’re still a child, play you’re board games with your kid(s), at home.
On the same day Mr Johnson – the pub goer Ms Wershbale had offended – took to Twitter to talk about his distress. He wrote: ‘When you’re trying to relax in your fave pub and there is a TERF [trans exclusionary radical feminist] wearing an anti-trans T-shirt… it’s disgusting and I’m so upset by it.’
The manager of Five Clouds Tom Lewis said Ms Wershbale is not permanently barred but she must ‘have a discussion with staff so she understands the situation’ before she is allowed back in.
Tom lad, use this opportunity to mansplain wisely, it is the only time those liberal twats in the beer world will make an exception, when you are defending a lesser minority against a slightly greater minority – please consult you victim-hood flowchart for all other occasions when this can be used.
I look forward to a debate between Wershbale and Jan at Marble (purveyor of rules like this) – maybe make it part of Manchester Beer Week 2019, a logical step from the unnecessary use of identity politics that were so prevalent in the 2018 saga. There is a title for this epic clash just ready and waiting.
Also; Five Clouds is a bar, not a pub, I’ve been a half dozen time, a nice place, not the best in Macc but at least it has, good staff, limited exposed brickwork, no industrial-chic and doesn’t look like an Ikea catalogue vomited the furnishings.
Lets cut to the chase. Ms Wershbale hasn’t been “banned for wearing a t-shirt” – she has been barred for being an antagonistic twat.
Christ, when I was in college I borrowed my mates Cradle of Filth t-shirt just to wind-up my biology teacher who’d already banned numerous t-shirts I’d worn. I was 17, I hated Cradle of Filth (I still do, or rather I just don’t get them) and I was being a dick.
This is where we are at with political discourse, it has been reduced to the level of teenage name calling.
Dictionary definitions are wonderful when used for causes and labels you wish to attach (incorrectly) to people; how many times do people you don’t agree with have to be called fascist before that word loses all meaning? Facts don’t care about your feelings. Deal with it.
Likewise, when it comes to the mantra “private businesses can set there own rules” – again this only applies when it suits a narrative.
All this against a back drop of words, a lack of maturity, running to a safe space to claim victim points and general wazzock behaviour.
I still get pissed off with the amount of signs pubs and bars have to carry by order of their licenses
- no drugs
- no smoking (or vaping)
- are you 25?
- please leave quietly
- line cleaning
- PRS music approval
- Numerous posters for up coming events
Not only are you bombarded with information that in most cases is entirely irrelevant to your enjoyment of a beer, in some establishments we now have to see prominent virtual signals to, as if it were necessary, let us know the victualler is as far away from being a Nazi as is possible.
Well, their interpretation of a Nazi.
And if you don’t agree with their way of thinking…
Thanks for reading.