4. Marston and Headington, Saturday 23 February 2002

This crawl occurred after a fateful two games of football on one day. After initially playing MCR football with KO at 10.30am [and having had several post-match shandies], I met up with Mr. D. Wacey for a spot of lunch and a pint at the Jack Russell in Marston. After cycling back to St. Peter’s College Sports Ground, we played for Geolsoc in an epic 5-5 draw against Brookes’ Geolsoc. We felt that we needed rewarding with a couple of pints!

The first port of call was the Somerset in Marston, quite a nice quiet pub with two separate bars. We elected to go to the bar with the TV for the football results, but the adjoining bar is bedecked with shelves of books. A reasonable pint of Pedigree was served up, along with some lager for Essex boy Mike Cook.

Dispensing of Cook, Wacey and myself pressed on in a northerly direction to the Friar. This pub was quite old fashioned and had two bar areas. We elected to visit the Old Boys area. On leaving this pub, we expected a long trek to Headington, but were pleasantly surprised at the appearance of the Cavalier on the Northway estate as a chance to refresh ourselves. Although the beer and decor wasn't up to much, BN pork scratchings were available, and they were playing the Fox FM '80s night over the PA system.

A long cycle up a hill followed, but we were rewarded with the Black Boy in Old Headington, where many well kept real ales were available, and at the quiet time that we went, some wonderful Old Duffers' arm chairs could be nabbed. A fine pub, although the lack of punters was a shame.

Reaching the main part of Headington, we tossed a coin to see which pub to visit. I lost the toss and had to order halves in the Britannia, a horrible establishment. The adjacent Royal Standard was a lot better, though had a bit of a food pub feel to it and general Morrells paraphernalia scattered around. A quick pissed razz on shit bikes down Headington Hill put the wind in our hair and livened us up for the next leg, involving a swift half at another Morrells boozer, the Plasterer's Arms, a reasonable if uninspiring establishment. Following poor quality nourishment at a nearby kebab shop, we tried the Duke, and although the beer and surroundings were not particularly to our linking (poncey and full of arts students) there were at least a couple of ladies behind the bar.

Mr. Wacey at this point had to go elsewhere, but I decided to meet up quickly with Nick Gardiner and Rob Simpson for a swift beer or two at the James Street Tavern which I could not be arsed to rate again.


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