1.
Circle line,
Involving Messr. D. Wacey, E. Lewis, and G. Buckley, with interference from P.
Cooper. This crawl was the historic time when the Pub Scoring Marks were
initially thrashed out although they have been subsequently reworked. Orginally this had been intended as a complete Circle Line
circuit, but in fact turned out to be a measly 7 pubs. Still,
a good way to kick such a thing off.
After much pissing around and lateness
[mainly to do with some awkward sods in the Shepherd’s Bush KFC], Messrs. David
Wacey and Edward Lewis arrived at
Woodin’s Shades was the first port of call where three
pints of expensive ale were purchased. The pub itself was a bit like a small
East End boozer, and had pokey downstairs toilets. Buckley rang up and arrived,
so we headed back to the station for some refreshment at Hamilton Halls, now
devoid of hooligans. Standing around a high table, we could not fail to marvel
at its Michaelangelo-esque ceiling fresco.
After arseing
around the Moorgate area because the pubs were not open on Saturday afternoon,
we found the Masque Haunt at
Retracing our steps a
bit lead us to the Betsey Trotwood at Farringdon, a pub that looked
worse than it was, especially with its shell-suited publican. But fine ales
were had, and the jukebox, though not working, showed vision. A further lengthy
traipse followed, to King’s Cross station, and a rather crowded Cooper’s
station bar, of very artificial nature. The wheels were shortly to fall off our
plan, since we managed to blag our way into Phil
Cooper’s flat for a party.
There was time, however, for a couple more
ales. Hot footing it out of the station, we happened upon the Jeremy Bentham, a rather poor and underpopulated
grotty pub mostly dominated by a long bar and some
scattered seats. Crap toilets also. Moving swiftly on, we went to Victoria for
some solids [many McDonalds and KFCs], and washed it down with some appalling beer in an appalling hole of a pub,
the Victoria Tavern on the station concourse. To be fair, it is virtually just
a hatch which dispenses fizzy piss, so it was never going to score well. Wonder
where one goes to urinate in there though? Probably the Fosters keg...
Dan
Lovegrove
dan@doctor-lovegrove.com
Last updated 26th July 2002.