A two-parter today. Curb your enthusiasm.
Our next programme takes us back to that golden year of 1964, when retiredmartin was given to the world (22 December, make a note).
The Amateur Cup was the FA Cup for teams paid in legs of lambs and fags rather than cash money.
Supporters of amateur teams had pencil moustaches and drank Bovril rather than Budweiser.
By law only teams from Durham and London were allowed to win the competition.
Even Bishop Auckland and neighbouring Crook Town were getting bored of winning the Cup by 1964. Perhaps it should have been moved to a ground half-way like Retford Town or Maltby.
In Part 2 I’ll bring you match highlights and tell you who won (no spoilers), but “let’s take a look at Crook”, as their furloughed Tourist Ambassador might say.
Easy to dismiss Crook as just another mining Durham mining town (10,019 souls) but it punches above its weight in terms of pubs, life and landscape.
And the Spoons exemplified that. As always, if you haven’t got photos yourself, steal from BRAPA.
Some of BRAPA’s best drunken work here.
“Women does it look like the face of someone who could be …..” What does that even mean?? ”
Fantastic beer, too. Simon said so, and so do I. Probably Double Maxim.
Just up the road in Hamilton Row (or possibly Waterhouses, or Esh Winning), the gloriously “unimproved“ Black Horse was BBB and cob heaven.
Or is it a bap ? Or a roll ?
Inside, I was knocked off my feet by a toddler on a scooter, and immediately asked for a long range forecast at the bar. I sort of love what’s essentially an extended family gathering in a pub,
As I left and said “Thanks”, I genuinely couldn’t decipher whether they shouted “Thank’yer” or “banker” after me. I hoped it was a bit of both.
In Part 2, the many joys of Enfield. Which gives me a day to think of some.