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From what I gather from The Twitter the words of David Davis in parliament today were devoid of meaning, other than to cause a fall in the value of the pound every time he stood up to speak, and a rise every time he sat down and shut up.
Which suggests to me that the words he is using are meaningless within the context he is using them and they inspire no confidence whatsoever.
The words below actually start to make some modicum of sense after those used by Davis.
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But frankly, it wasn't very good was it.
I have no need for spooky fun
I am at work.
This is a work Windows 10 machine.
Spooky just doesn't cut it, although fun on the other hand is perfectly fine.
Why is Windows 10 such an awkward sod, with multiple 'helpful' features activated out of the box that you have to turn off because they are dreadful, and then nearly a year after your installation some other crap, like below, suddenly makes itself visible.
For goodness sake.
I suggest, computer, that you recognise that you are just a tool, not a lifestyle.*
* Arbitrary joke - "It's a tool, not a toy", "No, you're a tool, it's a toy." etc.
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This doesn't appear to work, maybe I have the wrong charger.
Maybe a volte-face will help.
Or not.
Hey, I have a load of Euro's I brought back the last time I went to France a few years ago, I'm rich!
I always said that brexit was a good idea.*†
* No I haven't and no it isn't.
† Multilingual pun anyone? Ok, maybe not.
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It's The Red Lion, formerly The Old Red Lion, confusingly.
That reverse name change was long before most of our time.
That's right, it was called The Old, etc, before dropping the word 'Old', my guess is there was a further previous Red Lion.
By simple mathematical calculation that makes a minimum of 3 Red Lions over the last 100 years.
More recently this building was called Flares and was accessed by the pub next door, The Reflex.
Those are both terrible names.
The Red Lion or The Old Red Lion are much better appellations, modern people really can be idiots.
The panelling on the far left of the building was originally another door.
In years gone by this may have been an entrance to the lounge bar rather than the public bar or tap-room.
I remember when this differentiation still meant something, such as carpets and a quieter atmosphere.
Although those differences were nothing when compared to the original bar types.
The lounge was generally a fancy room where the beer cost slightly more, and sometimes had waiter service.
The gentlemen would drink in the lounge, the hoi polloi would drink in what was also known as the 'four ale' bar.
I expect fighting was available for free in the four ale bar too.
This separation of bars is mentioned in literature, The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists has some discussion, here is an excerpt:
Chapter 19
The bar was arranged in the usual way, being divided into several compartments. First there was the ‘Saloon Bar’: on the glass of the door leading into this was fixed a printed bill: ‘No four ale served in this bar.’ Next to the saloon bar was the jug and bottle department, much appreciated by ladies who wished to indulge in a drop of gin on the quiet. There were also two small ‘private’ bars, only capable of holding two or three persons, where nothing less than fourpennyworth of spirits or glasses of ale at threepence were served. Finally, the public bar, the largest compartment of all. At each end, separating it from the other departments, was a wooden partition, painted and varnished.
Assuming we are still standing after all that booze and fisticuffs let's go back outside.
The taller building visible to the right and across the other side of West Street is, or was, the DHSS building.
In 1937 when this pub was still The Old etc., the DHSS building was the site of The Wharncliffe Arms.
I never drank in The Red Lion and only passed through the door once when leaving quickly after being horrified by The Reflex.
I was always put off the place as during the 80's I heard someone say it was an NF meeting place.
That rumour may be complete nonsense.
Whatever the history it seems unlikely that this pub will ever reopen either as The New Red Lion, The Old Old Red Lion, The New Old Red Lion, or any other combination of lions, old, new or otherwise.
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As a country we have turned right.
Where is this turn?
Here, and it also appears to be going downhill.
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Still spinning as they landed, the chrono-transfer team were ill prepared for what happened next.
They were on a mission to deliver a suite of data on how to have a successful punch-up to a collection smoked fish.
Unfortunately they missed the deadline, they missed the landing spot, they missed their opportunity.
The white van delivering dense structural components to a 7 storey refurb project next to the landing spot didn't miss them.
And so their mission came to an abrupt end.
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The back of The Barrel Inn on London Road.
It's nice to see a few original windows still in place, and I've always like that roof.
I've rolled out of the back of here a few times, or walked out at least.
The bit up to the peeling white wall was always described as a Beer Garden, maybe it still is described as such.
If you've ever had a drink in a pub on London Road you'll recognise having a beer garden as being pretty up-market.
Well done to The Barrel Inn for still serving beer and not being turned into flats or knocked down.
Although I don't recall the beer being in any way special, and as I didn't look round the front it may actually be shut.
Bottoms up.
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