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The pub pianist
So while on the subject of pubs I am reminded of The Kings Arms in Horsforth, which in days of my youth was what could only be described as “a traditional boozer”, a Victorian public house with furnishings to match – and a pub piano player on a Saturday night. The art of the pub [...]
View from the bar…
Its hardly news that running a pub in these Isles is not the lucrative money-raking life long pension plan that it used to be, but a report in The Independant simply confirms that today. Off-sales are usually the scapegoat, publicans blame cheap booze in supermarkets and cling to the belief that millions of bottles of [...]
Thats my clean licence that is…
Last week the DVLA finally pulled their finger out and returned my drivers licence. Not that they’d revoked it or anything, its just that, almost exactly two years since we moved into theis house I’d decided that it was time to inform them of the fact, return the licence, get the address details changed on [...]
Illustration Friday – Theatre
Hubble bubble, toil and troub…BE CAREFUL BARRY YOU’LL HAVE THE BLOODY LOT OVER !!!
Meet the C2C Fools – Rodney
Look what happens when you reach “middle age”, see how the waist expands, see how the hair receeds, see how the hangdog expression remains long after you intended it to leave ? It happens to us all, Don Mclean can still sing his own superb lyrics though. But todays post has a dual purpose, for [...]
The blagging starts here…
Unashamedly I am on the scrounge. This summer, on the weekend of 17th to19th July to be precise, I and eight other 52 year olds like me will be riding the 147 mile Coast to Coast cycle route from Workington to Sunderland, Irish Sea to North Sea, on bikes of course, I’m sure you’d already [...]
And so I bought a place of my own…
The Queens was my happy home for three years , three years worth of cooked breakfasts every morning, three years of lager for tea, some may suspect that my confused eating habits for life were moulded during my time at The Queens, I don’t know, I was just enjoying myself too much. Then came the [...]
What fire alarm ?
And so it came to pass that after spending August 1980 in Corfu I returned to the haven that was Whitley Bay, scene of numerous evenings sat chewing on the gristle of a rat pie, scene of the now fire blackened Maroo, and I made the momentous decision to live at The Queens. The Queens [...]
The one where he sets fire to his guest house…
I stated previously that I left the Per Mar for The Queens, but that isn’t quite true, for there was another Guest House that I inhabited in the week inbetween the Per Mar and The Queens, seven doors up the road from the Per Mar it was called The Maroo. I had to leave the [...]
