Is there any more alluring a sight than beer in an Otter glass with Gloria Estefan singing “Rhythm Is Gonna Get You” on a big screen in a Watchet club ?
Well, yes, Pub Curmudgeon drinking John Smiths Cask in Preston, but you’ll have to wait for that.
Back to Watchet for a second tick.
It should be easy to give you alluring pictures of the North Somerset bay.
But it isn’t, you know. A bit too flat and muddy.
Luckily, someone has drawn some art on the sea wall,
and Mrs Doyle has created this commendable effort in her front window.
Down on the Promenade there’s a bevy of day-trippers from Minehead looking for bargains on a row of artisan stalls. “Artisan” and “bargains” are mutually exclusive, of course.
The “Esplanade Club” brings thoughts of membership checks, old boys on rickety tables and homebrew.
But it looks a cracker, doesn’t it ?
And inside it’s bright, packed with families and life, and appears to be mainly selling Thatchers, the Carling of the South-West.
“Are you a member ?” asked the nice lady.
I wave my gold card, but she’s not impressed by CAMRA and frankly since she’s already poured my half the question is about discount rather than entitlement to beer.
The beer is NBSS 3, good enough, the pub/bar/club is full of life. Apart from whatever it is dangling from the ceiling.
I could have lingered and watched more ’80s video hits, but I had a train to catch.