More of that blogging from places on the edge of Kettering that you’ve never heard of, even if you live there. Dave will be thrilled.
Barton Seagrave, eh ? Sounds like a latter day Madness album, doesn’t it ?, with video set in a disused Wicksteed Park next door and loads of primary school children whacking teachers. I’d never noticed its charms, to be honest.
The children were all leaving school at 3pm (skivers), their mums and dads daringly parked up in the Stirrup Cup, a completely random pub choice for me.
I’d done my walk, past the estate pub glory of the Piper and through the pocket park,
arriving at one of those tiny shopping arcades that look like they should house a micropub called “Ale Tairsters” or similar.
The Stirrup looks like chain Marston’s pub, even from outside.
Well, an Enterprise estate pub, close enough. There’s an ambitious programme of breakfasts, live jazz, quizzes and curry nights, which just shows Covid can’t break our spirits.
The theme is “Sports and Gin“, in case you didn’t guess.
Not much call for sport at 3.30 on a Wednesday, so you get multiple TVs showing NFL, EFL and IPL simultaneously to no-one.
Underneath the Italian flag (rare Prolapse reference there) three lads drink Fosters, and I rate my chances of a decent pint at 47%.
I’ve decided to obey the rules to the letter, and follow the nice barman obediently to a high table that gives me no chance of seeing the pumps.
Something local has gone so I opt for Bombardier in a Hooky glass.
Just off camera there’s a fly in that foam. It didn’t enhance the NBSS (3 +/-), but it didn’t detract from it either. The fly is now in an estate pub in Werrington, since you ask.
It’s not a classic, but as Easy FM plays the Commodores and Simply Red I realise there’s nowhere I’d rather be.