Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Parochial

A few angry commenters have referred to me as "parochial". I'm not sure that makes sense: I think the most natural meaning of the word would refer to those with narrow provincial attitudes, and as I'm writing from a London perspective that can't apply. However, if we take the literal meaning, I suppose the criticism would be that I'm excessively focussed on my own parish.

Well, that's hardly fair. You see, these days Clerkenwell consists of more than one parish - those of St James, St Mark and the Holy Redeemer - and I'm equally fond of them all. Moreover, my pub lies in a Holborn parish - that of St George on the lovely Queen Square - so my geographical reach is actually quite extensive. So next time you want to lay down a cuss, think on.

Next time, we'll look at the term "metrosexual", and ask ourselves whether any of my detractors who use it have ever actually kissed a girl.

6 comments:

Professor Pie-Tin said...

Heh,heh,heh - behind that big Northern bruiser lies a sensitive nature.
Don't take it personally kiddo.

Jeffrey said...

Don't worry, I enjoy the banter. Why do you think I do the blog? It's not like I give a shit about beer anymore.

Cooking Lager said...

I have concluded that metrosexual contains 2 distinct types. Those that choose metrosexuality in order to get a girl and those that are turned metrosexual by a girl, with consent, in order to maintain a relationship. I fall very much into the latter. A relationship to a woman has some sort of deep significant meaning, whilst to a chap it involves access to regular sex and the odd ironed shirt. I look forward to your perspective.

witwoud said...

"It's not like I give a shit about beer anymore."

Discovered girls at last? Attaboy, Jeffo!

Will said...

Nowt wrong with parochialism. You can read dozens of beer bloggers and never find out a thing about their local boozers - probably 'cos they never go out!

Tandleman said...

Well said Will. Too many bloggers just sit and wax lyrical about beers they drink at home. They need to get off their arses more.

And it's good that Jeff has (re)discovered girls. Maybe HE'LL get his shirt ironed, though as a non metrosexual, I couldn't disagree more with Cooking's (tongue in cheek I hope) description of relationships. Not unless I want a smack in the chops.