When I lived in Ealing and wanted to go to the pub, the discussion between meself and Catherine usually went 'Pub?' 'Yeah. Go on then.' Then we'd leave the house. Near six years in Merton and the conversation still goes "'Pub?" "Yeah. Which one?'
So I've been in a pub before now where a brass band turned up playing carols, but never have I been in a pub where they brought a nonchelant sheep, a petrified looking pony and a vicar who lead an informal carol service. Well until tonight anyway!
So there I was, sat in a pub having a few pints. We left about 12:30, despite the pub opening for another 30 minutes and with me having drunk a whopping pint more than I normally would. And we managed to get home without causing one fight, and without throwing up on any pavement. Or anywhere for that matter.
I don't know what it's like anywhere else in the country, but Merton has officially gone Trafalgar Mad. Little did we know when we arranged to meet in the Colliers Tup that we'd be there during a Trafalgar Day Party (late license to 1am, live music, and bar staff dressed in naval uniforms).
I'd rather been hoping some knight in shining armour would turn up and change the King's Head from being a boarded up mess, to being a really nice pub again. Stranger things have happened. But it was not to be.
It was back in July that the Kings Head in Colliers Wood closed down - just days after change of use planning permission was given. It's now boarded up and wire fences surround the place
The Red Lion wins another award, I lament about the lack of London Pride round here and Young's beer gives me headaches. Still that's the way the cookie crumbles.