24. Abingdon, managing to reach there this time, Saturday 15th March 2003

Finally we managed to get Abingdon done with the first cycle pub crawl of the year! In a day of wonderful spontaneity, I watched Dr Wacey and the rest of Worcester College MCR play out a workmanlike 3-1 defeat in MCR Cuppers football final (at the time of writing I still have Dave's runner up trophy). The previous day I had had a bit of beer at Hertford College in a bop and still had the taste so elected to kill 10 minutes with a gassy pint of keg John Smiths at the Christchurch Sports Pavilion, where the football final was held.

After the match and deciding that it was such a nice day, we investigated the possibility of cycling to Abingdon for a couple of jars before returning to Oxford to meet up with birthday boys Rob Simpson and Harry Tsikos in the Kings Arms. Abingdon was indeed a reasonable objective and we left at about 1.30, and soon enough encountered our first watering hole, the Tandem at Kennington. A huge Hungry Horse of a pub, it actually had 4 decent beers on (Ruddles County, 6X, Abbot, IPA), though we instead went for Guinness as it was on offer at the ridiculously cheap price of £1.60. Families were in another room filling themselves with farty food, so we went, trying to find a more beery pub. We didn't succeed at nearby Radley where we went into the Bowyer Arms, but it was pleasant enough and the appearance of Morland Original combined with IPA and Abbot assured us that we were nearing Abingdon. The toilets were of note though as they had a fine L-shaped trough.

On reaching Abingdon we first went to a low quality chippy in the precinct before kicking off in the Nag's Head. This pub is excellently situated and affords great views over the river and the adjoining meadow, but must be seriously packed during summer - we gave it 4½ for atmosphere. They let themselves down a bit though by not having Castle Eden on tap which was most disappointing, instead we opted for Bass in preference to Boddingtons. Along the road was the rather anaemic Broad Face which used to be quite a good old man's pub; it's now got pine tables and stuff and looks to be the sort of place where well-to-do 30 somethings would drink expensive lagers whilst wearing leather jackets and admiring designer things. The Morland wasn't very good and I'm sure that the Abbot wasn't much cop either.

After briefly pausing to gawp at the miniature train ride associated with the model railway exhibition, we mooched into the many roomed and courtyarded Crown and Thistle where we had Guinness. I thought that this was because it was on offer but actually it was because there was no other beer on. Not a lot else going for it really, though there was a very good big screen which we saw the half times on. Finally, we made it to a decent pub, the Punchbowl on the Market Square which had some excellent Morland ales on. Original and XX Mild were on hand pumps. The bar snacks collection was also the best of the day, including jarred cockles though the day turned out to be generally poor in terms of snacks. The bar was populated by a collection of very pissed looking locals, and the proprietor fitted in well with them. The lounge bar was also quite nice. Deciding to get to a pub with a TV for the football scores, we went in the King's Head and Bell, another old pub with a courtyard and wooden beams where we had excellent halves of Broadside, though Deuchars IPA and something like Original were on. We agreed that it was one of the better pubs before we pressed on to the White Horse which was less pleasant. A fat barmaid poured us a brace of halves of IPA; Abbot and Old Spekled Hen were also on. It was another one of these kid friendly pubs and didn't really have anything distinctive about it, but at least it didn't ming.

After a couple of cheeseburgers at the McDonalds up the road, we gave the Ock Mill a miss and returned to the Old Anchor which was now open; this was a good move, for this was the best pub of the day, the pints of Bateman’s that we had being excellent. Morland Original and Abbot were also on. Being early, we managed to nestle in a couple of Old Man's leather chairs. Splendid! A very good atmosphere, good jukebox and flagstone floored toilet all ensured it a good score, though it has to be said that the beer was on the pricey side.

It was getting dark as we were leaving, so we started on our way back to Oxford. We paused at the Flowing Well at Sunningwell, which last year we had panned. This time it was much better and livelier, the bar staff weren't too bad and a kindly punter gave us directions to get us back to Oxford quicker. Beer range, IPA and Abbot, was standard, but the Abbot tasted quite nice. A good pub this time. Steaming through the backstreets of Kennington, we navigated to the Abingdon Road, and paused at the Berkshire and were again pleasantly surprised. Yet again the choice was IPA, Abbot and Hen, but it tasted good and the atmosphere was OK. A very large range of crisps and nuts is available.

That's where the ratings ceased for the day, and we made our way to the King's Arms where we met up at 8.50 with many from the Geology Department. There being a Guinness offer on we had a couple of pints of Guinness and were rewarded with silly hats and drums. We passed up the normal range of KA Young's Beer, Bristol IPA etc which may have been a little foolish. Dave Wacey became progressively more pissed and started to look like JK from Jamiroquois when wearing his free Guinness bonnet, Harry was wearing the drum and looked like a sailor. Rob Simpson suggested a trip to St Cross at the end of the proceedings, so me, Harry, Rob, and Nick Gardiner set off. Wacey held back, saying that he had to pick up Jenny Brett from Heathrow the next day, but somehow his arm was twisted and he ended up going in there with us. The other four settled on the pool table for what was to prove to be an hour - on the other hand I settled on a comfy seat with a Newcastle Brown and fell asleep for that hour, though mysteriously my beer still managed to get consumed. We left at about 1 am and nearly pissed ourselves as a particularly steaming Dave Wacey realized that he had to get up the next day and couldn't find his bike. Fortunately he found it as he managed to trip over the kerb by the St Giles ladies toilets and had difficulty getting up again. Needless to say he could barely cycle but fortunately housemate Rob Simpson lent a hand and they wobbled back to Crotch Crescent adorned with their Guinness hats as cycle helmets, thus being a paragon of safety.


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