Mrs RM is accompanying me on quite a few trips at the moment. Goodness know what she thinks I get up to without her.
She joined my trip to North Woolwich last week, safe in the knowledge I’d never be caught surreptitiously entering the Royal Standard. As so often in South East London*, you need to start by reading Deserter’s review here.
“She smiled enigmatically in a knowing way at the mention of a handpump”
It sounds fantastic (it doesn’t really), and I urged Mrs RM to become the first lady to go in and ask for pint of Smooth. But she resisted. Something about net curtains.
Even the pub legend that is Alan Winfield (best wishes Alan) hasn’t been in the Royal Standard. Mainly that’s because there’s nothing much else about in the area. Just up the A1011, the Henley Arms is the only pub in North Woolwich I’d be allowed in.
Of course, head toward London City Airport and you get Hugo Boss, Tate Shop and an airside bar run by “new” Truman’s. Some interesting opening times on What Pub;
Opening Times 5.60am-8 Mon-Sat; 11-8 Sun
Anyway, you don’t visit North Woolwich for live pubs.
I’m pleased to see the Royal Oak listed on What Pub, but a bit horrified to see it’s still resisting a demolition attempt.
Mrs RM didn’t share my enthusiasm for the “stunning glazed ceramic tile exterior“. I think she was hoping for a beer or something.
So we headed for the river.
There’s still a frisson of excitement about walking under the Thames.
Particularly when water is dripping in through the walls and you need the loo.
What would we find in Woolwich proper to justify all this effort ?
*Deserter makes an excellent case for the repatriation of North Woolwich into SE18.