An important new discovery was made today. The Angel, a Sam Smith’s pub near Shaftesbury Avenue. Lots of old panelling and tiles.
We also, on a closed Regent Street, came across Genevieve, the car from the old Kenneth More film.
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Windsor
Currently in Windsor. Apparently, my dad lives in the vicinity. Well, in the county.
Stamford
Sam Smith’s pub in Stamford.
Glasgow
A long weekend, with a stay in Glasgow in the company of gentlemen, has left me feeling somewhat tired. Still, many establishments were visited; only to view the architecture of course.
Some old favourites were included, for example The Horseshoe Bar.
And, my own personal favourite, the 13th Note.
And, a relatively new discovery of a couple of years ago, West.
A stop-off in Edinburgh on the return trip prompted plans for a future excursion.
Deceased optician
I may be seriously tempted. Genuine, unused, late 1800s glasses frames are hard to find nowadays.
I usually wear a 1920s pair, which I also found unused, but older frames tend to be less rigid. Of course, that means they’re easier to break too.
From Dead Men’s Spex.
Stone
It’s nice to see render being removed from an old building. The furniture shop down the road.
Republic
I feel the need to say that I seriously believe that the UK should become a republic. Although I do appreciate that a single, joined-up republic couldn’t happen.
Not here. Which is a shame.
Table
The old kitchen table, originally salvaged from my daughter’s garden a decade or so ago, has reached the end of its natural, second, life.
To be replaced by a more practical, smaller new table.
Old men
Usually, when socialising, I’m one of the youngest when in the company of gentlemen. This evening, though, I was the eldest. But, I should say, only by a couple and a bit years.
I’d not seen Bobby in years, or Mick in months. So the time passed pretty quickly.
And nice food interfered with the pace of conversation.
Too much catching up in just a few hours.
Grammar
I came across this note in a Post Office window, in Sunderland, last weekend.
Quite shocking really. Last weekend also saw us attending zombie school for a second year. The actual event starts next weekend and we’ll probably be doing two or three nights. Lesson learned from last year, though, I won’t be doing two nights in a row. I couldn’t walk properly after two nights last year.
Speaking of zombies, while I dearly love Sam Smith pubs, I do recognise that they can attract a certain type of clientele. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that, but it can put some people off. While in Preston a couple of days this week, I was seriously impressed by the work done on Ye Olde Blue Bell; it’s incredible how such a gorgeous building (and a Sam Smith’s pub) had been hiding behind the grotty render. I loved the old, dirty incarnation of the pub, but it’s now having the attention it deserves.
