It’s the one you’ve been waiting for, the one that will get you taking that epic train journey to Greenock tomorrow (perhaps).
Duncan suggested “Everyone’s gone to Dunoon” (£3.99 + P&P for that title), but I wasn’t actually in Dunoon, and I’m saving that title ’till the Crown gets in the GBG with its Greene King IPA.
Greenock has fascinated me since I collected football programmes from Steve Earl in the ’70s and spent a whole weekend looking for Morton on the map.
I’d have laughed if you’d told me back in the summer of “Punk” that i’d visit for a pub rather than a ground tick.
Pubmeister beat me to the Willow by a few months, and his report is a model of how to bring a sense of place to a blogpost. I was tempted to just steal his photos, but with the court case linked to my earlier blog title theft still pending thought better of it.
I did commit theft of a sort, inadvertently (Oh yeah, says Tom Irvin) staying on the train past Greenock Central to Greenock West, depriving ScotRail of 10 new pence (3 Scottish groats post-Independence).
The Willow looked fairly plain across the road from West station, so I’ve made it look atmospheric for you.
Plain boozers aren’t ten-a-penny in the Guide, so we should treasure the unpretentious and welcoming Willow.
It may be neutral but Duncan hadn’t worn his Buddies away shirt in here.
“What can I get you, lager ?” said the frankly lovely Landlord. Oh.
In fact, I heard him say “Lager ?” at least a dozen times to the post-work crowd while I was there.
That can raise alarms, but the Red Smiddy was cool, crisp and foamy, NBSS 3.5+. Just as The Great Pubmeister said, in fact.
I just wish Duncan had warned me about the James Bay soundtrack.
I walked into town to catch the return train from Central Station, as dodging another 10p fine could have seen an end to my ticking career.
It’s an odd town built in shipbuilding, shipping and sugar, with a population peaking at 81,123 a century ago but now close to half that.
The Mid Kirk looks stunning on the descent from Regent Street.
but the town is eerily quiet.
Except in the Spoons, where I have just enough time for a return visit.
What a wise man I am. The staff were great, the Inveralmond Winter ale sensational.
A rare NBSS 4, one of the best drops of ale in a Spoons ever, and you know I wouldn’t lie to you.
Two of the best beers I’ve had in all of Scotland. No wonder that cruise ships are queueing to dock at Port Greenock.
Morton, the town that never stops giving, and where a party’s always on.
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Don’t laugh at this question… When the sign reads sectarian is that actually a football reference? If not, is the sign really needed these days?
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Sort of yes, and most definitely yes. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-47402200
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Comic Sans – or whatever – maybe not the right font for such a notice?
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I was going to ask this same question, Dave. The word “sectarian” seems rather serious for such matters, but then some people take football deadly seriously, it would seem!
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In Glasgow sectarianism tends to mean Protestant v Catholic as represented (largely) by Rangers and Celtic. St Mirren fans believe in Beer Guide completion, Carluke Rovers are flatearthers.
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I am afraid it is a football reference Dave and yes, sadly in the West of Scotland it is a reminder that our troubled past has not yet escaped us. Lovely post Martin. Strange to think in a parallel world I was also buying from football programmes from Steve Earl – the man who put Bungay on the map. I also haven’t seen that beer from Inveralmond. My next job is to look up who James Bay is (brother of Wemyss perhaps?)
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James Bay, the second best thing to come out of Hitchin after Mrs RM and I in 2000.
Steve Earl is still advertising. I visited him in 1979 (unannounced), like a kid in a sweet shop.
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You old romantic. David Stacey in Southend was the other one at the time. Think he died a few years ago.
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David died a decade ago. In late 80s went to New Year programme fair in London for what was essentially my Christmas present.
Steve was firmly at the bulk buy end of things!
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Perhaps that’s prescient naming for a few years time when Tim stands down and Brewdog buy the entire chain.
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