“I hope I can make it across the Borders” said Morgan Freeman after becoming a free man in “Shawshank Redemption“, the second best film ever made.
My own quest to make it across the Scottish Borders brought me to West Linton, a posh little village where people can escape the odd smells that necessitate perfumed soaps in Peebles. The Grantchester of the Borders, perhaps.
It’s a bit too quiet for comfort, the only noise coming from Ye Olde Toll tea shop where arguments over splitting the bill have started in earnest.
It takes ten minutes to walk the main street and digest the info boards, before realising the village is all about the Pentland Hills.
A stream of dogwalkers are taking their Fidos up The Loan, the steep hill opposite the Gordon Arms.
Then the rain starts and I head back down the hill for the door below (pay attention now).
I open the door to find myself in a dark restaurant.
“Can I HELP you ?” says a startled lady.
It all looks very closed.
“Er, I was hoping for a beer ?”
“You’ve come in the WRONG DOOR. This is our house !”
I thought that was the idea of a public house.
I was about to make a run for it, but was ushered past the tables into a room with the usual Scottish mix of professional Tennents drinkers at the bar and professional HR managers with a bottle of wine at the table.
Sample banter;
“A woman decorator ? Ha Ha Ha”
Now you know who buys all those expensive jumpers.
Actually, some very good beer from Crossborders, so obviously the equation of 4 handpumps for 4 customers must work sometimes.
But never mind the beer, they were playing a PAN PIPE VERSION OF “TONIGHT I CELEBRATE MY LOVE“, which says it all.
And there is NOTHING on that front door to suggest it isn’t THE front door.
Why put the sandwich board outside the not pub door?
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Indeed.
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I think the odd thing is actually a clock?
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A distinctive aspect of Scotland is that pretty much every town and village has a clock tower or similar feature at its focal point.
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Yes, you always know where the centre of the town/village is. There’s a bit more civic pride and thought up there, as opposed to a lot of our ‘where the cart wheel got broken’ settlements.
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Pretty obvious I would have said 😜
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Banned.
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!!
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“the second best film ever made.”
Ok, I’ll bite. What’s the first?
““You’ve come in the WRONG DOOR. This is our house !””
Seriously? That big red door, under the big letters stating it’s The Gordon Arms Hotel, is the entrance to her house ! (sheesh)
“Now you know who buys all those expensive jumpers.”
We’re not talking about people trying to get across the border here are we? (i.e. jumpers) 😉
“NOTHING !”
There’s even a bloody sign outside. (sheesh, again)
Cheers
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Thank you for not ridiculing me, Russ. And the best film of all time is, of course, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
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“And the best film of all time is, of course, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”
I was going to guess either that or Rocky Horror Picture Show.* 😎
Cheers
* (with the audience soundtrack of course) 😉
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Fair point.
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Wrong. It’s “This is Spinal Tap” 😈🎸
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That’s a documentary, not a film ;-))
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But that makes “Day Off” a holiday programme. The lack of Judith Chalmers may have fooled you on this point.
Is this the film which inspired this blog?
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Your mention of the pan pipe version of “Tonight I Celebrate My Love” reminds me of the occasion in Home Bargains where they were playing an unbelievably cheesy reggae instrumental version of “Walking in the Air” in the run-up to Christmas.
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Making the cheesey even cheesier.
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You’re all talking bollocks.
It’s Kelly’s Heroes,a film I have seen 17 times including one version dubbed into Urdu in Birmingham.
I mean c’mon,Clint Eastwood AND Telly Savalas ?
It even beats Once Upon A Time In America as the greatest film ever made.
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You can tell the difference between Urdu and Brummie?
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And the worst film ever made ?
The 1995 Beyond Rangoon where an increasing ludicrous tale about Patricia Arquette’s journey through the military junta-ruled Burma finally jumps the shark when one character turns into a sausage – I kid you not.
( Full disclosure – I spent many years reviewing films for a living )
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That doesn’t sound bad to me at all, I haven’t seen any of the Star Wars films but I bet the rubbish, the plot sounds implausible.
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I believe a vegan sausage is one of the Rebel leaders.
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My favourite films are Quadraphinia then Nottinghill and Shawn of the Dead.
In more recent years we have only watched British films.
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Sorry to interrupting the film appreciation society forum for one moment…
…but there are some important questions yet unanswered…
… did you ever find out where the right door was?..
…did it have one?…
…or were you ushered back out the same way you came in?…
I get the impression pub ‘wrong door problems’ are not that uncommon – BRAPA on the Isle of Man, RM somewhere in Scotland, and now me, on the south coast (post coming soon)…
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The right door was further round, by the car park. You clearly weren’t supposed to come by foot 😱
If there’s trouble, BRAPA will find it.
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I cannot wait for your post, PunHermit. Not a certain Platform, is it 😉
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No not the famous Platform toilet door – though I confess have had my own ‘moment’ with that one in the past…hopefully no-one noticed…
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I’m 2-1 up then. 2 visits, 2 cockups.
Oh I see I called you Pun Hermit, Freudian slip.
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Could have been worse – he says gratefully…;)
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Platform is one of my favourite pubs, and I’ve never heard live music in there.
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PS – I don’t anticipate I’ll have too much trouble catching up – give me time…;)
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I think this represents a sort of triumph for you, Martin. Simon, with all his weird and wacky tales, has never once accidentally gone into someone’s home instead of the pub. 😉 (It does, however, seem like something that I’d manage to do!)
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I can’t believe Simon has never gone in someone’s house, Mark. But as you are the Official Reader of Pub Blogs I will trust you on that !
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