I'd be happy with any actual clarification. It's normally just an audible mumble or tut. I'm aware that I'm just another middle aged sad wanker though and I know what I must looking to them.Is that the same one that asks if you want milk in your bovril?
At the Grimsby game I ended up going down early as I needed the toilet and thought sod it ill just have an early half time pint now.
Some lad behind the counter went 'erm... I don't think we are allowed to serve drinks yet'
I didn't really know how to respond to that so.just stood there. He stood there. We both stood there. In a silent impasse. For what seemed like a really uncomfortable length of time without saying anything, then he silently turned round, walked over to the pre poured pints, got two and slowly and wordlessly slid them across the bar to me. Before staring into the middle distance again.
GOOD LAD