A desperate attempt to weave Sham 69 into a blog post set only a few miles from Hersham, but these are desperate times.
And Chertsey has an air of desperation the lovely church can’t dispel.
EVERYONE in the main streets was wearing an office lanyard and a worn-down expression as they collected their meal deal and hurried back to their desks at Chunky Industrial and Global Think.
The depression was spreading; quite a few boarded-up pubs in an under-pubbed town.
but at least the Prince Regent lives on in this wonderful (and flattering) pub sign.
Spotting the sign below, I though I’d found an unmarked micro pub on their usual Christmas break;
But it was just a printer ribbon shop.
Just for Duncan, I got a photo of an antique shop selling football programmes at ambitious prices.
In the historic quarter, lunch was just ending at the Olde Swan.
As you see, a bit of a contrast from the Weir. In fact, a bit like an Antic without the craft posturing.
A cask line-up from the last century, too. Apart from Doom Bar, which is cutting edge.
Peering over the bar suggested only the Doom had been poured that Wednesday, so again my choice was simple. (And I don’t like beers with novelty pump clips, Rebellion).
The DB, in its beautiful branded glass (just like those posh Belgian beers), was actually both cool and pleasant, scoring NBSS 3.5. I now have 377 scores to input onto WhatPub, but since most of them are 3 it hardly matters.
Befitting the décor, we had a selection of nostalgic tunes for gentlefolk, including this;
Cheapo lunches and some excellent bench seating (Chertsey style) sealed the deal. I’m easily pleased.
I make no comment on the live music offer,
but the music in the Gents would have been good if actually on a turntable. Five points for identifying The Smiths single.