Bucko's World

This is where it started - Hotel reception.  We've stayed at Premier Inns enough to know that while it is nice that they provide facilities to make tea and coffee in the room - there is never enough milk.  So after checking in, when the receptionist said "if there's anything else you need, just ask" we did.  Expecting to be given a few more of the little plastic cartons of UHT we already had in the room, instead ended up with this.  A huge amount of milk, plenty for tonight and tomorrow morning - if only we had a fridge.


This beauty was previously mentioned, and combined with the last night's milk started us wondering - perhaps the farmer's in NI get some massive EU subsidy for producing milk and this is how they get rid of it...sneaking the surplus in to willing tea shops where unsuspecting punters provide the lactose equivalent of money laundering.


Here we are now in the Galley Cafe at the Titanic experience.  That must be half a pint in there surely?


Flag for scale - mug behind really is half the size of the milk tanker.


Still at Titanic, but now in Bistro 401, same half pint of full fat.  I'm surprised we weren't mooing by now.


Ah - from the sublime to the ridiculous - Giant's Causeway and the milk comes in a thimble.  Must be National Trust cutbacks.  They gave you extra hot water though, so you could have at least six piss-weak cups of char unsullied by milk.  Perhaps the NT are too squeaky clean to be in on the diddle?

Cups that big and a milk thimble - I ask you...

Ah - from the ridiculous to the fucking ridiculous.  Breakfast at the B&B in Port Stewart and I watched them fill this bad boy up in the kitchen with a whole two pints of milk.  Two pints. Two fucking pints.  Ok, there are four of us at the table, but only two who have milk.  A whole pint each then - it's like the worst day at school ever.

Ah, and here we are back in National Trust territory - Carrick-a-Rede to be exact - and by jove they seem to have done it!  This held enough for two cups and the obligatory top up - and should be standard issue across Ireland as the correct measure for two cups of hot beverage.  They did a nice cheese 'n' chutney sandwich too.


However the Old Inn, Crawfordsburn seemed to be in on the Farmers' scam, sending out this bad boy with our post prandial coffee.  It's not as big as some you might say - but when it comes to coffee I'm the only one of four who takes it...


And here's the same fucker at breakfast - Tiptree jam pot for scale.  I knocked this over and the bastards only went and got us another one, this time full to the brim...along with the sound of new plastic fivers changing hands round the back.