Dinner at The Blue Bell Inn, darlings.

We decided to have dinner out on Tuesday night with the Gunns. Problem was, being new in the area and not great diners out, we didnt have a clue where to go. In a near by village, Cwnwyl Efford ( pronounces Quin Ell Ef Ord), I had seem a pub called the Blue Bell Inn, and we decided this was going to be the lucky establishment that would be providing dinner for eight. Unfortunately when I called by in the afternoon, the pub was shut, but a sign on the door promised it would be open from 5pm. Yippee. It was about 8pm by the time the rabble were all washed and dressed to go out, so we decended on the Blue Bell. The fact that there was only one dim light burning, and only one bloke sitting on the floor assembling a chair should have warned us that on Tuesday nights, the Blue Bell does not rock.The nice chair assembling man turned out to be the landlord,Mark, and he and his friend Karl, were quite happy to provide us with dinner, and free entertainment. We were presented with the menu, told that there was no gammon, there was only one portion of pasta dish left, and found that the sirloin steak had to be rump steak as there was no sirloin left either.Groceries were due to be purchased the following day. Apparently Mark had told his local supplier of potatoes and carrots that they "stink,really stink", so he might be interested if we can produce saleable produce , sometime soon. Anyway we all managed to find something to eat and drink, and Mark the landlord managed to keep us entertained by telling us all about a gig he was doing at a local hotel the next Sunday. I never really worked out if he did his act dressed as a woman, or as a man pretending to be a woman, or maybe even something else. He was rather proud that his frock for the occasion was covered with sequins.which he assured me he had sewn on himself ( ??) I was too nervous to ask what colour in case he wanted to show me. As always, when you are having a great evening, the ladies needed the loo, so migration en masse was planned, and directions were sort. Mark told us to" wait a minute , darlings " while he minced off to put the lights on in the loo, so we could enjoy the ambiance. Well, what atmosphere! When we arrived at said facilities, it was to find the loo had its very own screen of fairy lights on the wall, and the top of the cistern ( which was sort of beige/brown originally ) had been given a lovely shiny coat of glossy lilac paint . Such style !!Unfortunately the stratigically placed tea towel to dry your hands on spoiled the effect. Not to be out done, the boys shot off to view their facilities, and reported back that their place was covered with saucy postcards.Boys will be boys.
Well it was a great night out, the food was OK and I would definately go again, but not on Tuesday night.