SORCERY AND SICKNESS IN SANDOWN

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I could have taken the train to Sandown, but the combined travel tickets condemned me to the dreaded Vectis buses.

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At least the hovercraft stomach churning was over in ten minutes. The bus was 30 minutes of hell. Good job they had those little USB sockets to recharge my phone, eh ?

I jumped off the bus (not literally) as soon as I saw Sandown pier. I like the way every passenger thanks the driver for making them feel sick.

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Not attracting many sunbathers

Sandown is a, er, old-school resort, with one of the scruffiest High Streets outside Withernsea (a good comparator).

Just the odd bit of intrigue at Not Dead Yet, alongside the tat and takeaways.

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No filter on that one,unbelievably

The back streets housing the Castle are being dug up by a team attempting the world’s longest tea break.

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Least attractive approach of the year

Any doubt that it might be shut is erased by the tell-tale barking within.

In fact, at 11:33 I’m already Customer No. 7.  They know how to live on Wight. Most pubs seem to be open all day, some from 10am.

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Note position of darts board

By Wight law, all town pubs have to look like they’ve been moved brick-by-brick from South-East London in 1985.

But the Castle has added a sorcery theme, of sorts.

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Ready to do battle against craft
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Actually that’s a stair lift

An argument between two dogs apart, it’s a peaceful pub, a bastion of male drinking and of BBBs.

I go for the Gales HSD, as it’s the strongest, and the strongest beers seem to survive the tortuous ferry crossing from Chiswick to Ryde best.

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I WANT that handled jug

Mudgie would approve of the music; “Since You Been Gone” and some more Quo. But the HSD is a bit watery (NBSS 2.) and not a patch on the Bass he’s been drinking down in the Star.

“MAX !  Don’t get jealous. Not over HIM”  shouts a bloke at his pooch, which is just about to start licking my feet as I spy the Bass tat and plan my escape.

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An inauspicious start, and I now felt even worse.  The bus approached, but I hit the hills.

13 thoughts on “SORCERY AND SICKNESS IN SANDOWN

  1. Two Dartboards, a fantastic carpet, and a man resuscitating a dog. It all looks so me! Then the beer… Gotta say, so far you’re doing a very fine and noble task of erasing the IOW from my drinking schedule for next 30 years or so. Carry on, but do keep an eye out for Rings Boards where the Darts should be in Ventnor…

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  2. Wasn’t it the late Keith Moon, who, banned from driving, used to go to his local on a lawnmower?
    If only there has been these back then, maybe things would have turned out differently…

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