Yes, of course I love Rhyl. How couldn’t you ?
And you just know I’m not joking.
At sunset in midsummer, there’s few better places on earth.
I’d been looking forward to Rhyl’s Cob & Pen for a few years. We nearly did it last year from Prestatyn, but life got in the way, as John Lennon once sang.
Last time here was with the boys in 2013, when a new skatepark and some attractive art had made the seafront look a rival to Skeggy, and it was bustling.
Few families had ventured to Rhyl on this Sunday, and I was undisturbed as I set up my famous “Carling can in a tree trunk” shot.
Still, you can’t beat the Welsh seaside for VFM, though oddly 54 year old blokes weren’t allowed on the bouncy castle.
Carling, slot machines, ice cream, bingo, red brick.
“Are you not entertained ?”, as the wonderful Megan Rapinoe recently said about the town.
If Craft Union built a town and threw in unnecessary apostrophes, you’d have Rhyl.
The main shopping street is your place for bargains, as long as you’re after buckets and spades and seagulls.
Though pedestrianisation isn’t a universal success.
But it helps the Sussex, a Spoons back in the Guide just in time for a BRAPA visit.
It’s as great as it looks.
I resisted the Sussex, using my time between trains to record for posterity the famed street art.
If you know what “Tausenddreihundertz” means, keep it to yourself.
The Cob & Pen is a Proper Pub. Apart from the sofas.
A blokes pub, clearly. Where blokes go for a pint before taking the shopping home. It’s neat and tidy and old fashioned and I love it.
Scousers and City fans are discussing the Checkatrade Trophy, a tournament revitalised by the entry of top clubs junior teams and the limiting of crowds to 1,000 during group stages.
The Red winds up the Blue by telling him it’s the one cup City missed out on, and the Blue responds by saying “Don’t shoot Vinnie!“.
I’m going to enjoy my 15 minutes here, I decide, more so when someone else orders cask.
There’s something called Tudor IPA and I have that, and it’s actually got a bit of bite, an easy NBSS 3+. As good as you could reasonably hope for though not a patch on Prestatyn.
You get “Take It Easy” and “All Right Now” too, so you don’t have to pretend the ’80s are here.
Really, what more do you want ?
retiredmartin 
It’s interesting how for a while all your new pubs are micros and then suddenly you get some more traditional entries. Gives one a bit of hope, but remember it is your job to quash hope.
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It’s Quosh’s job to restore hope.
No journey to a pub is without value, even if it’s just the journey 😉
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Come on Martin, it’s tausenddreihundertzwölf, and we all know what that means!
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Did he captain Wolves in the 90s?
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Those familiar with the ugly side of life – or as philosophers call it, “football” – might know, Scott. Many wouldn’t.
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Not only a sofa, a leather sofa, ugh.
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To be fair, that was the only aberration, Dick. You and Dave would have felt at home there 😃
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And how the hell is a 64-year-old bloke with a gouty knee expected to get out of such a low sofa.
Asking for a friend,obvs.
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That’s the idea.
They’ve got you till closing time.
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Just think of all the dogs with fleas, bumworms, and the rest, that have been on it, Prof. You’d manage it.
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You – and Russ – missed “Grr – Rhyl’s just wanna have fun” for your heading, Martin
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That is brilliant. May forget to use that on next trip to Rhyl too.
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“You – and Russ – missed “Grr – Rhyl’s just wanna have fun” for your heading, Martin”
(slow golf clap) – (doffs hat) 🙂
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Yes, that will be in my 2019 highlights shows if I remember (I won’t).
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Is that montage deliberately designed to trigger the public health lobby?
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I believe Rhyl, along with Skegness and Motherwell, has an exemption from Public Heath guidelines as it’s part of a control study or something.
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Gwledd o fedd gynhyrfodd Gymraes swil, Darganfyddais gwir baradwis Rhyl (A feast of mead invigorated a shy Welshwoman, I discovered the true paradise of Rhyl, for those unfamiliar with the Language of Heaven) Dunno where you get mead in Rhyl but Cerys will know.
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Where are Cerys’s translations when you want them?
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Great post! Love a seaside old school boozer and throw in some football banter what could be finer?
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Rhyl is apparently Manchester-on-Sea, which makes me wonder where Scousers go that’s cheaper.
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“AND I SWEAR, YOU’RE JUST LIKE A RHYL”
I delight in the irony that, should one actually become intimate with “Shagger”, they’d soon realise it’s more like “Shag-him”. 😉
“View from Mars, for qq”
And, finally! I get to see where mold is made and then exported to damp corners worldwide.
“View from a seagull, for seagulls”
Who, if they’re smart, will hone in on the Sun Centre. Most likely festooned with sunbathers whom they could bombard at will.
“Evocative of past times”
Back when you were a lager lout?
“Si will get stuck in there if Rhyl is his 6th pint.”
Naw. His wonky knee will start acting up.
“Not the REAL Monte Carlo. Cheaper, in fact.”
It only appears that way due to the exchange rate.
“Beanies”
You’re not talking about the two ladies on the right are you?
“Nice tatts”
You’re not talking about the one on that gent’s calf are you?
“Peaceful”
I’ve seen livelier cemeteries.
“If you know what “Tausenddreihundertz” means, keep it to yourself.”
I have to as I signed an NDA. 🙂
“Where blokes go for a pint before taking the shopping home.”
Or perhaps where they wait while the better half shops?
“Really, what more do you want ?”
I’m trying to figure out why the colour of the Lays Naturel bag looks more suited to their ketchup flavour.
Cheers
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I was never a lager lout!
Missed that bit.
I suspect those shopping bags the blokes had with them contain cans of beer.
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– bought in a dodgy alleyway pub ?
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