WELSHPOOL WAKES UP. FINALLY.

Mid Wales is a nightmare for the pub ticker. Expensive B&Bs, sheep crossing events at Llangurig that last longer than a Tom Jones gig, and opening hours that make micropubs seem like Wetherspoons.

Not too bad in Welshpool, where the Pheasant promises all day opening from 1pm to allow the owners to watch Bargain Hunt on BBC 1 before facing the town’s craft beer crazed customers.

Winner of the 2019 GBG lottery

Welshpool sounds more interesting than it is. In fact, I met a German couple in Montgomery, on their way round the teashops of Wales, who’d reached that opinion themselves.

Busy Welshpool street

But there’s always something to admire, everywhere. Except you know where.

Marches magic
Future micro

The former cockfighting arena is now the home of the Women’s Institute, which seems entirely appropriate.

I’ve no idea what this art deco/brutalism mashup is.

Future…

Anyway, scruffy but busy High Street, less brand names than Newtown, and no sign of a micropub yet. Seen worse.

No shortage of waving red sausages, either.

To ward off BRAPA

At 13.02 the Pheasant is showing no signs of life.

I’m an impatient sod, so I ring up.

“Excuse me awfully, but what time are you opening today?”

“Sorry mate, had a heavy night. Be down in a minute

To be fair, he was. Don’t get that level of personal detail in Brunning & Price.

A bit like Jono’s in Ilford, it’s a fun pu, at least it will be in eight hours time.

Welshpool nightlife, 8 hours too soon
Proper Pub rating 5.5/10

For the 100th time this year I’m the only customer, even without the draw of a Spoons here.

Luckily, there’s one of those handwritten stickers on a pump clip that tell you EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE OK.

Note glass with sparklet thingys in it

I go for the North Riding of course, and convince myself the young hipster barman gives a nod of aporoval.

The Ella has a dreadful pumpclip but tastes great, cool and refreshing, and I wonder if North Riding are actually my favourite brewery, before remembering I don’t like breweries.

The barman leaves me to myself, which hurts a bit, and I admire the old skool graffiti in the gents.

#EyUpJockey is the least likely hashtag to find in a Welsh border town, isn’t it?

23 thoughts on “WELSHPOOL WAKES UP. FINALLY.

      1. ” The former cockfighting arena is now the home of the Women’s Institute, which seems entirely appropriate.”

        Worth the admission price for this risque joke alone.

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      2. I shall put my subs up to TWO monster munch (pickled onion flavour) per annum.

        Always reassuring to know that someone reads the stuff I knock out in 5 minutes in a Gatwick Wetherspoons (groundside).

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  1. “and opening hours that make micropubs seem like Wetherspoons.”

    Ouch!

    “Marches magic”

    They copied that from the Feathers in Ludlow.

    “The former cockfighting arena is now the home of the Women’s Institute, which seems entirely appropriate.”

    (slow golf clap)

    “I’ve no idea what this art deco/brutalism mashup is.”

    Getting ready for the revolution?

    “To ward off BRAPA”

    Good bloody luck! 🙂

    ““Sorry mate, had a heavy night. Be down in a minute ””

    Which speaks well for being busy of the evening, one would hope. 🙂

    “it’s a fun pu”

    Apologies but what the heck is a pu?

    “Proper Pub rating 5.5/10”

    Monopoly… fruit machine?

    “Note glass with sparklet thingys in it”

    All I see is what looks like lumps of coal.

    “The barman leaves me to myself, which hurts a bit,”

    I think that was mainly because he was hurting a bit. 😉

    “#EyUpJockey is the least likely hashtag to find in a Welsh border town, isn’t it?”

    Indeed. Too many vowels. 🙂

    Cheers

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  2. Should be “fewer brand names than Newtown.” Although we had a discussion about this in the back room of the Vaults in Uttoxeter, where I was arguing people can be too pedantic about it. Consider the difference in meaning between “fewer emissions” and “less emissions”. And “Ten items or less” isn’t necessarily wrong.

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  3. “Mid Wales is a nightmare for the pub ticker” but at least they prefixed Pool with Welsh so you didn’t mistakenly end up just beyond Bournemouth.
    An old pal from Hampshire in Stafford for a funeral yesterday admitted to being a GBG ticker and so, with Mrs TSM’s assistance, we got to the Gnosall one and all seven Stafford entries except for the one WhatPub says opens at 11am, I thought was noon but on ringing the doorbell at 1.02pm was told it’s 4pm on weekdays which isn’t much use for a 1.43pm train towards Euston, and the Yorkshire licensee wasn’t impressed when I say Ian has come all the way from Hampshire for a pint of his finest beer.
    We also got round a few non-GBG pubs – and the Bombardier in the one-beer-is-plenty Joiners Arms was far better than the Steerage in the Sun or the Bass in the Kings Arms.

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      1. No, but Ian D does it differently from you.
        He has a GBG on a mobile phone thingamabob and just clicks to record a visit which is probably not as worthwhile as taking photos and writing descriptions to tell us all about his travels.

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    1. I was in an ex-Courage Cockpit early this month but that’s on St Andrew’s Hill, EC4 rather than the Westminster district.
      I drank the Cockpit’s last ever bottles of Courage Russian Stout many years ago.

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