CRAMMED INN. THE BARREL

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Aldous Harding in Southampton. Half an hour walk into the centre for a lone GBG tick and then the expected Meantime/Camden/Peroni in The 1865, a new venue for me.

1865

Southampton is basically micros, big shops, 9-0 home defeats and cruise ships, but I can make the Old Town look very pleasing with a well chosen filter.

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Walls
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Gate
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Timber

Crammed was, er, crammed.

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Gin

A long, thin, claustrophobic gin bar that reminded me of the one over the Itchen.

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Proper tables, note

With a 40th birthday party (remember them) in full flow I did wonder if I’d even get in, or be asked if I was one of the group (top), which of course I would have claimed I was.

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So I was just pleased to get a half, particularly from one of those brewers I’ve never heard of. Citra is the expert on Hampshire pub microbrew, of course.

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Five Hop, OK, NBSS 2.5

Being a 40th birthday, they had a chap doing acoustic versions of James songs.

“OHH SIT DOWN” he sang. No-one takes any notice, of course.

The 1865, Manchester’s Gorilla, had a weird crowd, even by my standards. Aldous was sitting down, so no-one could see her.

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I think they’d all turned up to see Balaam & the Angel rather than a sensitive alt-folkie from New Zealand, as they chattered about Jools Holland and mortgages on semis in Shirley throughout the set.

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The subtlety of lyrics like “Show the ferret to the egg” in The Barrel was lost on the Southerners.

“Whitesnake can’t be my entire life” said the chatterbox on my right, but I suspect it was.

BUT at least they drank real ale. Here’s proof.

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Cheshire cat selling like pub cats

Like yer T-Shirt mate” said the barman. “You look weird Dad” said Matt.

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My Stef Chura T-Shirt

The Palmers was OK, considering the plastic glass, someone likes my trendy T, and Aldous was grumpy and peerless.

Not a bad night.

6 thoughts on “CRAMMED INN. THE BARREL

  1. The Crammed Inn used to be a cafe called the Hasty Tasty when I was younger. A couple of my friends used to work there back in the late 70’s. This area was full of wholesale fruit and veg markets in those days, Hasty Tasty for a very early breakfast, back door of the Red Lion for an early beer. One morning my friend Heather was so excited when she got to school, Lemmy had popped in for breakfast after playing the Gaumont on the Bomber tour. I don’t think he’d gone to bed that night!

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      1. That would have been Kingsland Market. Was always a bustling place on a Saturday morning when I was a kid. Of the pubs in the area, off the top of my head the following have gone;

        Bridge Inn
        North Star
        The Glebe
        Alfred Arms
        Plume of Feathers
        Oddfellow’s Arms
        The Mason’s (Gale’s)
        The Greyhound
        The Robbie Burns
        The Palmerston
        The Bay Tree (Gale’s
        The Anchor

        Only The Angel, The Joiners and the Kingsland Tavern survive today.

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