If you’re running out of patience with this flood of posts be warned; it gets worse.
I’m currently sitting in a waiting room at Heysham Port, having just enjoyed a gorgeous longest day on Morecambe Bay.
Better than the “longest day” in 1985, when I had to watch Spear of Destiny and U2 at Milton Keynes Bowl during a deluge.
Anyhow, onto Dorset. A rare treat, a new tick in Bournemouth, or strictly Kinson, and probably Lower Ferndown next year.
I know nothing about these suburbs of Bournemouth, a mind-numbingly relentless string of bungalows, care homes, chain pubs and takeaways (see also: Worthing) What do people see in the south coast ?
What can I tell you about Kinson ?
Well, there’s a lock-up ready for BRAPA.
And the pole invites the reader to imagine the “chastisement” to be meted out for urination offences.
The talk in the Acorn was all about offences.
“A 39 year old man has been arrested in Fer..” he started. Frankly, everyone looked about 39. Then he moved on to discussing Viagra, clearly a left-back joining AFC Bournemouth next season to solidify their defence on their Premier League return.
So, how’s a real old school back-to-basics boozer made the GBG in cuddly Dorset ?
Well, firstly, many parts of Dorset aren’t THAT cuddly (see : Poole), and secondly, see those handpumps.
What did I have ? No idea, can’t read the homemade clip.
“Do you take cash ?” I ask. “We take money !” the reply.
“Cheers bud” he’ll say later, as I take the glass back. I like that.
It’s a great pub, the beer is rich and tasty (NBSS 3) but possibly the weakest part.
I feel part of the pub, able to chip in my two penn’orth on Viagra’s crossing ability if asked for, but also happy to be ignored when I go for a wander.
ALL pubs should have a beamed room with dart board and “Duck or Grouse” in large letters.
And racing from Chespstow above the Space Invaders table.
But not all pubs are like that, are they ?
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