“What have you been writing about me NOW ?”
screamed Mrs RM as we set off down the A59. I’d forgot she very occasionally reads this stuff. So, by way of correction, can I say that Mrs RM was walking at a perfectly brisk pace yesterday, as you need to be when trudging through a field of animals with horns.
My family have been delighted to be dragged to Preston for their Easter break, enabling them to explore the
sightseeing shopping opportunities of Morecambe, Chorley and Fleetwood while I tick pubs.
Again for the record, Mrs RM is my No.1 Hero*, but Preston gave me a chance to meet a trio of other heroes. If I remember I’ll add my M People** video later.
Despite that favoured status, I was quick to dump her and the boys at Tottos Pizzeria and finally meet Matthew of Seeing the Lizards fame in the new micropub.
Disappointingly, Preston has no new GBG pubs this year (apart from one in nearby Walton-le-Dale I spectacularly failed to get to). But thanks to Matthew’s insider knowledge it was fairly clearly the Guild Ale House is what we tickers call a guaranteed pre-emptive.
I’ll say one thing about Mr Lawrenson; you can’t miss him. I’d recognise him in a pub before I spotted my own wife. Matthew was already in residence on a posing table, though admittedly one with excellent views of proceedings.
The Easter weekend was just starting, and the Guild was unusually boisterous for a micro, though no match for the keg chaos spilling out of the Golden Cross.
Some smart suits, and nice jumpers, failed to compete with the sartorial elegance of Preston’s top beer blogger.
To be honest I couldn’t hear myself think, so not my pub ideal, but this felt quite pubby and on a quieter lunchtime the proper seats would give you a chance to appreciate some decent seating.
The hazy beer from Dark Wave was, not unreasonably, a little hazy, but good enough for the GBG. Plenty of folk drinking the dark beer from Great Heck.
We debated the Cuckoo Bar (ex-Fox & Grapes I think), but ended up in the Black Horse, possibly the only thing in Preston more colourful than Matthew.
I did express some disappointment that Mr L was wearing a different shirt to the one in the classic interior photo of the pub (Google it), which suggests his own wardrobe may be more extensive than my own.
Proper seating here, proper banter on topics forgotten or verboten, and an unexpectedly good Unicorn (NBSS 4) on a par with those in Stockport.
I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.
It’s a bit rude to take notes while you have company, so the only word I wrote down in the Black Horse was “ABBA“. Whether this was because Matthew knew all the words to “The Day Before You Came“, Bjorn Again were playing next door, or Frida was spotted in the Gents, I can’t remember.
One of the best looking pubs in the world, and tonight one of the best full stop.
My lads had a walk round town later, and declared Preston a bit “daggy”, which means nothing to me but is the name of their Norwegian barber. I hope to bring you news of less “daggy” Preston tomorrow. Happily, my views on towns are generally at polar opposites to those of my children.
*You can smell the backtracking, can’t you ?
** M People are some way below Maidenhead on my list of favourite things
6 thoughts on “PRESTON – SEEING THE LIZARDS IN THE BLACK HORSE”
I had to look it up. Daggy = Uncool, unfashionable, but comfortably so. So they may have liked it more than you thought. Beautiful bar in the Black Horse. Really impressive.
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You could be right, but I assume it means something entirely different in US.
Have you been to the Black Horse ? It’s a little bit of Stockport in Preston.
Never been to Preston. Was planning on rectifying that until I heard it was a bit “daggy”. Really a wonderful looking pub.
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Ive been to Preston a few times with the wife and done lots of pubs there,we did 25 pubs there on the 31st May 1985 and went in the Black Horse,strange to see a Robinsons tied house in Preston,we did a couple more pubs in Lancaster the same day,so a good days pub crawling.
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When we were on our way home from Lancaster to Nottingham we decided to do a Saturday dinner crawl round Preston,but it would not be that many pubs has we had almost ran out of money,we were walking past the Black Horse which we had done the previous day and was asked by those women in the street if we wanted to do a survey that would take half an hour,we said yes and was taken to the Black Horse and to an upstairs room where the surveys were done on behalf of Argus about the Elizibeth Duke jewelery part of their catalog,we had a coffee and kit kat while doing it and then to our surprise given £5 for our efforts which did come to fruition as they altered the size of the pictures in the catalog to real size and not the oversized ones they did have in it.
We went to the closest pub we had not been in and had a pint and a half,then my wife said “why not do a few more pubs you have not done while i sit in the sun” i did three pubs quickly before meeting up with her for a final drink.
This made me laugh Alan. At least the survey wasn’t the Scientologists, as happened to me once.