As you’ll know this blog has an important public service remit; to encourage you out of your sofas (DO put your trousers on and your craft cans into the bin) and out exploring our wonderfully diverse country.
Sadly, the train about to pass the Fountain doesn’t stop in Tuxford, Notts,
but if you jump out the window at the right time you’ll find a soft landing and should be able to rollup to the front door with no more than a few dozen life-changing injuries, and that’s a small price to pay to save pubs.
A month ago I stopped in town and wrote;
Apparently there’s another pub in Tuxford, but the Fountain is SO far east of town I didn’t get there, having to stop at the Costcutter for a bottle of raspberry Oasis and a Milky Bar.
And now I read on What Pub’s entry for the Fountain. “This pub is a shock to the system when you walk in.” I’ll have to go back, won’t I ?
So I did, as I seem to be making regular trips up and down the A1 at the moment.
What Pub rather overstates its case, I feel; it’s just a pleasantly modernised edge-of-town local. Perhaps Notts folk are easily shocked.
“We’ve only the one beer on at the moment” says the nice lady (the “greeter”) ushering me from the Track and Trace point and past the pumps.
And this is it. No pizza, by the way, but I’ll live. Two other blokes are encouraging their mates out of town, but there seems to be reticence about the weather. Wimps.
That one beer, about which I can tell you NOTHING, is pleasingly rich and cool (NBSS 3+) and only marginally diminished by the marginally too thin glass.
There is ONE thing of blogworthy note.
The speakers outside blare out “There She Goes” then move onto earlier post-punk gems, before arriving comfortably at “Pretty In Pink” by the Furs.
Now, I KNOW Pretty in Pink, I saw the film twice. Mark Crilley knows Pretty in Pink. EVERYONE knows Pretty in Pink.
My What’s This Song Called app doesn’t know it though, and tells me it’s this’
I can only assume it’s the birdsong or the Tuxford atmospherics mucking up the signal.
If you’d been at the Fountain last Sunday you could have enjoyed more mystery rock and roll (see what I did there ? Ha !).
Letting you know about a musical event you’ve missed is just one more public service I bring you, along with helping to find missing pets.
“Shaking a bag of sweets” should get Eric’s attention.
It certainly works for Mrs RM (or me if it’s eucalyptus sugar free cough sweets).