PRIDE DRINKING OK, I SUPPOSE, IN ISLEWORTH

November 2024. Hounslow./numberc

Well, I’ve pretty much completed the central London GBG pubs now, the ones with a letter/number combo, leavings some tricky ticking in what Russell Grant insists is Middlesex, which is a bit like Stockport saying it’s in Cheshire.

25 minutes, but a long 25 minutes sandwiched between folk taking their life’s clothing back to Heathrow, takes you on the Piccadilly Line from Hammersmith to Hounslow east, where I have never been before.

I make a mental note to pop in the King Charles pub on my way back,

somehow missing the fact it’s a cab firm not a pub.

My pub is in Isleworth, perhaps the UK town about which I know least, and it will stay that way.

A lot of planes fly over it, I’ll say that.

A car cuts a corner to attempt to run me over as I cross a side road; regular readers will be amazed to hear my life was endangered crossing the road.

The Royal Oak is just above one of the foulest places on earth;

but enough of Twickenham.

Let’s admire the livery.

and remember that West London is an enclave of Australia.

I’m sure the only other time I set foot in Isleworth many moons ago was to drink Fullers, and their pubs seem to have homogenised since then.

Nice fire, mind.

Someone will say I should have had the Gales, but one thing life has taught me is to always order Pride if there’s no ESB.

It’s….OK. One Paul might score it 3 on Untappd, another Paul might say 2.5 on What Pub.

Presentation is immaculate, mind.

But I hop from table to table trying to find a comfortable seat, fail, and grow bored of tedious work chat from the only other two drinkers.

Anyhow, on a starry, starry night, back to Hounslow.

Oh no, that was Don McLean.

11 thoughts on “PRIDE DRINKING OK, I SUPPOSE, IN ISLEWORTH

  1. The riverside walk from Brentford to Isleworth is a good pub crawl. The Express 3 Fullers pubs and a Sam Smiths
    I agree Twickenham has an Insufferable air of entitlement but Teddington is quite homely.

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      1. One and three.
        It made me realise a benefit of old age. day out from Westminster to Kew by boat, all too decrepit to spend ages wandering round the wonderful gardens and so it has to be all afternoon in a classic pub.

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  2. “A car cuts a corner to attempt to run me over as I cross a side road; regular readers will be amazed to hear my life was endangered crossing the road”.
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    One can’t be too careful as a pedestrian nowadays – that’s what I always say.

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  3. Yes, I’d say that a walk through the sewage works just about edges it over being among a rugby international corporate crowd milling about, having done both.

    The pub was a relief on arrival. Had it been Pedigree, I’m not sure that I’d have noticed the Burton Snatch for some reason…

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