5.
Old Marston, with a foray to Iffley,
Another post football match crawl, again
attempted with Mr. David Wacey, following an epic 9-3
win for Geolsoc versus Italiansoc.
Proceedings commenced with a trip to the Bricklayer’s Arms in Old Marston, the only pub open at
We pressed on the Victoria Arms at the
riverside. In March this pub affords good views and is fortunately quite free
from punters. Gimp’s piece of shit bike is submerged somewhere in the punt park
at the rear of the pub. A selection of Wadworth’s
products of average quality may be imbibed. It being only 5.30, upon exiting
this establishment, we pondered our next move. The only place open for beer was
Marston Saints FC in
At this point, we felt that some pubs
might be starting to open up, but no, not till 6.30. A fine fish supper was had
at the Mediterranean Fish bar on the double roundabout at Marston:
cod, chips, mushy peas all at an eat-in price of £4.30. Marvellous.
Galvanized by this fayre,
we found that the Red Lion had opened and stopped for a pint of Ruddles. Confectionary was clearly available - this seems
to be a trend of Marston pubs. Annoyingly, neither of
the two pubs next door to each other [Three Horse Shoes and White Hart] had
opened when we left, so we razzed on shit bikes into town. Moving onto halves,
we ventured briefly into The Star on a road between St. Clements and Cowley
Road. Not nice at all, poor real ales, and a toilet pan containing a big unflushed chod. The Oxford Blue
received a slightly better mark - though this was populated by sloanes and general twats who had played some sort of
hockey match.
After bidding Mr. Wacey
goodbye, it was time put to the football kits on to wash and rendezvous with
Dr. Nick Gardiner and Mr. Steven Ball in the Isis Tavern for a couple of quiet
pints of Guinness. Not a bad pub, though I feel it lacks something in some way.
Dan
Lovegrove
dan@doctor-lovegrove.com
Last updated 26th July 2002.