Ultimate spoiler there.

Back to Askham, where the Railway was now open, just before my assumed revised opening time of 5pm.


I guess you’d describe this as a traditional all-rounder, the sort of place you find in East Yorkshire village where the guvnor wears a tie and still looks slightly askance at a group of ladies with a bottle of plonk in a bucket. Black Eye Friday is still several decades away.

I like the old-school decorations.

Actually faster than the Barrow-Foxfield train.
Proper shoes

Three beers (is plenty), including another Loweswater Gold that was decent but a bit too cool (NBSS 3).

More to the point, what’s that in the corner ?

Spot the pies

Yes, an authentic heated pie cabinet. You could have been in Wigan, except that you could understand what folk were saying here.

You can identify the beers there
Art shot

I only had 9 minutes till the 5.09 trundled back to Barrow, and I was left with a dilemma.


My second Barrow tick was a good 20 minutes away in a deluge, so should I get soaked or should I see the carnage in the Spoons ?

Well, that was an easy choice.

I was squashed against the glass collection point for 20 minutes before getting a quite glorious pint of Maxim which was cool, rich and complex (NBSS 4).

Even with a dreadful name, and despite everyone else being on shots.

What I felt like by now

Not much talk about the backstop here.

“I’ve had eight sambucas”

“It’s ok, Barrow is an island”

The sambuca gang followed me back to the Sun in Ulverston.

Nice hat

I’d just enough energy to confirm my tick with a half of something watery, before falling asleep at 7pm.

Never heard of any of them

At 11pm, I woke and got the traditional takeaway.

At 2.30am, I was serenaded by the Ulvy youth singing “Don’t Look Back In Anger” and “Let It Go” in the street outside my Β£35 room. Oh to be young.



  1. “It’s 2.41am and there’s a dozen blokes singing ……..” – undoubtedly intent on having you awake at bastard quarter to three, and succeeding !

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  2. “Black Eye Friday is still several decades away.”

    And proper opening times as well it would seem.

    “Actually faster than the Barrow-Foxfield train.”

    (slow golf clap)

    “You can identify the beers there”

    Not without jam jars. πŸ™‚

    “Art shot”

    I hope it was just a flesh wound.

    “Well, that was an easy choice.”

    Hopefully when Si gets around to going there it will be Black Eyed Friday once more and he can try to top his irritated babe photo. πŸ™‚

    “What I felt like by now”

    Not that’s more of an art shot. πŸ˜‰

    “The sambuca gang followed me back to the Sun in Ulverston.”

    Uh oh.

    “I was serenaded by the Ulvy youth singing β€œDon’t Look Back In Anger” ”

    Very prophetic that. By the time you were writing this what they sang turned out to be true. πŸ™‚


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  3. I confess I didn’t know the term “Black Eye Friday” until now, so thanks to you a quick Google search has sorted me out. In a funny way I think it speaks to a cultural difference between the UK and the US in terms of this “big office party at a bar” tradition right before Christmas.

    The office Christmas party is an old tradition over here, of course (though I wonder if it was a more prominent thing in earlier decades– has a kind of 1950s, 1960s feel to me); but I don’t think any American would refer to the last Friday before Christmas specifically as a night that’s going to keep the police and hospitals busy. Over here I think the “night of hard partying” tradition is mostly limited to New Year’s Eve– for this time of year anyway.

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    1. I actually thought America invented Black Eye Friday, like everything else. But then I realised it was Black Friday (that’s true). https://retiredmartin.com/2017/12/15/twas-the-night-before-black-eye-friday/

      I’d never heard of it before Barnsley last year, and it’s not something I ever noticed NHS staff in Cambridge embracing !

      In our village you still get folk drunk from mid-afternoon onwards, though how many of them end up in midnight mass I couldn’t say.

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      1. I think in many towns most people leave work at lunchtime on the Friday or last working day before Christmas and the pubs are near enough full from 1pm until early evening by which time everyone’s pissed enough to go home – then it’s likely to be others out for the evening until the early hours.


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