Old soldier denied food
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The pub in question, is about 2 miles away from where I live. Its situated within 100 yards of the old Tiverton TA Centre (Now ACF), the address in case anyone would like to contact them, all give them a ring is:-
The Racehorse
Wellbrook Street, Tiverton, Devon, EX16 5JW
01884 252606
I have been looking for email contact details, but at the moment can't find any.
The Racehorse
Wellbrook Street, Tiverton, Devon, EX16 5JW
01884 252606
I have been looking for email contact details, but at the moment can't find any.
He has the right to complain, and did so.
The pub had enough and said thanks but no thanks.ENDEX
Phantom is right, if he doesn't like it then why continue to eat it especially if he is paying.
He just likes complaining, it keeps him happy. His family should find him another place to eat if he is too doddery/can't be bothered to do so.
The pub had enough and said thanks but no thanks.ENDEX
Phantom is right, if he doesn't like it then why continue to eat it especially if he is paying.
He just likes complaining, it keeps him happy. His family should find him another place to eat if he is too doddery/can't be bothered to do so.
He makes Victor Meldrew sound laid back to me. What a complete non-story all round, and only here courtesy of the fact that he served 60+ years ago - I bet he was a great laugh to be around even then.
To quote some of the article;
He claimed some meat was "like old boots"; the gravy "tasted like trench water"; the peas were "like bullets"; the stuffing was "like cotton wool"; and the carrots were "limp and floppy".
He said: "War rations were better than the food they were serving. I was in the army and the military grub had more taste. I have a right to complain if I am unhappy."
Perhaps if he had refrained from eating the other peoples kit, ammunition and medical supplies he may have had more sympathy in here. Anyway, lets see what culinary delights he will get delivered to his door now for the tidy sum of £4.50
To quote some of the article;
He claimed some meat was "like old boots"; the gravy "tasted like trench water"; the peas were "like bullets"; the stuffing was "like cotton wool"; and the carrots were "limp and floppy".
He said: "War rations were better than the food they were serving. I was in the army and the military grub had more taste. I have a right to complain if I am unhappy."
Perhaps if he had refrained from eating the other peoples kit, ammunition and medical supplies he may have had more sympathy in here. Anyway, lets see what culinary delights he will get delivered to his door now for the tidy sum of £4.50
Dunno of many places you can get a Sunday lunch for £4.50,let alone having it delivered!And considering the pub is doing over 400 of them a week,of course it's going to be more like canteen food than a pub resturant catering for 100.
He shouls be grateful for what he got.Many OAP's dont even get that.
As said before,a non story on a slow news day.
Spike
He shouls be grateful for what he got.Many OAP's dont even get that.
As said before,a non story on a slow news day.
Spike
As stated above the are 'other' places he could get fed,maybe he's complained so much about them they got fecked off too!
But seriously,he got fed by a private source who are probably doing this charitable act,(god knows at £4.50 a head it's not for profit) for the community.Everyone has the right to complain but I wonder if this would've made the papers had he been a persistant drunk who was refused service or admission to the pub.
But seriously,he got fed by a private source who are probably doing this charitable act,(god knows at £4.50 a head it's not for profit) for the community.Everyone has the right to complain but I wonder if this would've made the papers had he been a persistant drunk who was refused service or admission to the pub.
I hope "intervene" means only that he's directed to the official meals-on-wheels service, not that the pub will be 'encouraged' to do anything extra-special for him. My grandfather was a WWII veteran and was a moany bugger too - complained about some sprouts I'd cooked for Christmas dinner once, he too used the phrase "hard as bullets" (they were al dente!). It was only a look from my mother that prevented me from enquiring when he'd last chewed a bullet!
