….it tolls for thee.
By now Mark Crilley will be wondering,
a) Where on earth is Brackley ?
b) Is Brackley the home of the Bee Gees (or the Hee Bee Gee Bees) ?
No, Mark, surely everyone know John Donne’s Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, which influenced ’80s popsters as diverse as Van Morrison and Limahl.
And Donne was the MP for Brackley in 1602. He really was.
And remarkably Brackley seems much as it must have been in 1602, with posh schools, wide boulevards and a pleasing absence of craft beer.
Spick and span, a few more Knutsford style coffee shops (more cultural appropriation) than I remember, but at least they keep the pashminas out of the pubs.
This was my first trip to Brackley since 1 May 1999 (0-4), when I spotted this fella in the crowd at Town’s match with Margate.
Yes, this is officially the ONLY blog post to contain John Donne and Buster Bloodvessel.
Brackley plummeted into the Hellenic League that day, but have since made a Rushden-like revival to win the FA Trophy and compete with the giants like Stockport and York and Farsley since then. Take that, Wellingborough and Thrapston !
FA Cup fever hadn’t gripped the Greyhound.
Half a dozen on the pavement, half a dozen tradesemen in the smoking area outside, a trio of unfussy rooms left empty.
VERY Northants small town boozer, a bit of a survivor in the Pub Style stakes.
Thankfully, just the three pumps, all from the home of craft.
Look, a new style hand pump for the IPA (NBSS 3), same old taste.
I’ll be back in 2039, when Brackley will be playing Manchester City and the place will be full of sour beers. I bet John Donne wrote a song about it.