Only two weeks till Simon “BRAPA” Everitt will be donning his pixie outfit (above) and riding his silver reindeer into rural village pubs on Christmas Day, demanding a pint at 11.57am.
Pubs are certainly in the middle of festive season meltdown (these posts are so far behind the Halloween decs are still up), which (touch wood) hasn’t completely ruined pub-going for me yet.
Our brave barpersons are holding their nerves in the face of folk without a clue what to do in a pub on their annual trip, a bit like the drunks in our parish church on Christmas Eve.
I love Walthamstow, one of London’s most diverse and lively districts, with some of the best calorific food in the UK, and possibly my most consistent pubs and beers over the years.
Here’s a little spreadsheet extract for spreadsheet fans;
You’ll see I’ve scored the 5 Points Porter in the Chequers a 3, which is basically NBSS 4 or better. I wouldn’t have guessed that from the outside.
Inside, a large rambling pub in the E17/E11 style has a great mix of local life, including a fair number of well-behaved children who are clearly observing The Rules. Because that’s what children do.
But the little sods severely cramp my photographic style, so you only get a picture of a handled jug that only hints at the buzz created by the playing of “Good Vibrations” at 5pm when people have been shopping for tat all day.
A pub for everyone, seemingly, just like the other GBG entries in town. And doesn’t that bloke below look like Tom ?