Down the Pub!

Content Warning – swearing Level 5

So, we went for this walk round a park and garden, and it was very nice and all that, but because of the covid restrictions parts of the garden were closed, and the queues were long if you wanted to do anything, everyone was socially distancing, so on the way out of there I was thinking back to better times, and I thought of something I don’t often think back to. It took me a moment to link the feeling to the place, then it flooded back to me.

When I turned 18, I was old enough to go to the pub and legally buy alcohol, so that soon became a regular habit. The pub had 3 bars, the lounge bar was populated by families, but we weren’t really welcome in there, and the middle bar, or smoking room was for old men, they played dominoes and read the paper, they certainly didn’t want us, then there was the public bar, which was packed with young men, all swearing and getting drunk, and swearing! Did I mention the swearing? All you heard was fucking hell, Jesus, bastards, cunt, wanker this and fucking that! 

I liked the Juke box, Madness were in the charts, and in the air too!

Madness – House of Fun

Looking back, I now suspect that many of the guys weren’t so dedicated to the lifestyle as they made out, I mean, they were doing the swearing part, but not so much the drinking – a lot of guys said they’d had 8 pints, when really they’d only have 3 or 4, I myself was quite competitive, and very often I would drink and drink until I puked! Oh the puking! The vomit that never ended! And yet, as I look back on it now, in these days of covid and I recall the warmth and joy of 30 guys shoulder to shoulder – drinking, swearing, and just being quite moronicly happy!

When you walked down the pub,  it was cold and dark outside, but the pub was all warm and fuzzy, with the light at the windows, and all the guys inside going, oh yeah, the cunt was a fucking blah blah bollocks this and that the fucking bell end etc!

Anyhow, I was just thinking how funny and strange we all were with our fowl grown up language, and the way we all agreed that swearing profusely was the way forward, and it was! It really was! You could go pretty far like that in a night, you could walk in and just start with the swearing, and before long you’d forgot whatever the fuck was on your tiny mind, cos you were drunk, and you were swearing with the other guys down the pub! Baby you arrived, you got it man, you fucking got it! No cunts going to stop you swearing your fucking dumb bastard bollocks off your ball sack! 

Well that was all quite uncalled for, I mean really, I was hardly going to be working on my sensitive side in a place like that. It was the most outrageous place in the village, it was the only outrageous place really.  We sure had some fun.

Every new year, we’d do auld Lang syne across the road, the pub was located on a Y junction, so everyone would pile outside, link up hands and sing, blocking any traffic, then we’d all run into a bunch group & run back out, drunk as a bunch of lunatics! Very convivial, especially if there were no fights! 

Sometimes a female would come in, but then they’d soon realise it wasn’t for them, usually after about 30 seconds or a minute,  I don’t really remember any women coming in or actually making the mistake of buying a drink, it was pretty obviously a bear pit. Some guys brought their girlfriends into the pub, it seemed to me to have the same effect on them that it did on me, it was a fun place, but for every girl there were 10 guys, so God knows their experience can hardly have been the same as ours.

I don’t think we swore so much when the girls were in, swearing wasn’t all that really, just that as I recall, the pub was mostly about swearing & getting hammered! Lol

Every few months the Juke box would be updated with new songs, there were loads of old country songs on there the older guys would put on, as the years went by it seemed to me the new music wasn’t so good as it had been. Perhaps that’s just something to do with growing up and nostalgia, but plundering the older section I found the song Race with the Devil by Gun , I gave that a few spins – seemed to go good with a forth or fifth pint of best slosh!

Gun – Race with the Devil

Cardiacs!

Back in 1987 I went along to see The Cardiacs at the Marquee in London, I didn’t have much clue what it was going to be like, I think I just had this one song at the time – I was on the look out for anything punky really, and I’d read something about them, and bought this record.

“All of the noise takes me to the outside where there’s all creation, joining in, celebrating happiness and joy all around the world, on land and in the sea!”

Big Ship

Not the same performance, but similar in craziness! I bought their album when it came out, and played it a lot – here’s a track from it.

Is This the Life

Anyhow, years went by, and I went through a load of other stuff, as you do, then one day I went into a record shop about 15 years after, and they had a new album in the shop! Well, I was surprised they were still going – I should have kept more in touch! So I bought it, and it was great – probably better than the earlier stuff – still eccentric as anything, but kind of more mature, but still in a very immature and happy explorative creative vein. This newer album was called “Sing to God” They toured and I went and saw them again around that time, here’s pretty much what we saw that night!

Dirty Boy

That was just insanely good! You felt like you were witnessing something bonkers, but also ordered and incredible – once you saw Cardiacs live, you were likely to go again – amazing!

Shortly after that time, singer Tim Smith suffered a heart attack which ruined his life, he never recovered fully and died just the other day – I’m so disappointed, I would have loved for him to get back to health and his music – I only actually found out tonight. Fuck! What a shit deal. Well clearly he brought a lot of fun and happiness in his allotted time, but I just think its balls. I hope it was a good relief for him at least – I won’t say rest in peace, cos I don’t really dig that idea, he was a great guy! Thanks Tim Smith! You was bloody brilliant! 😀 

Birthday blues!

When I was a kid aged about 9 or 10, I was walking down this street towards a little dark lane, its got high garden fences on either side which it passes between – so its narrow and dark, anyhow, just as I was about to trot through there, this other kid was coming the other way, but it wasn’t just any kid, this guy was blowing a giant bubble gum ballon as he casually passed by! This bubble was so big you could only really see his face when it burst – he seemed to have ultimate control over this bubble, it was truly amazing an propitious moment in life! Well we went on to become friends, and spent a lot of time together over the next years of school, I would say that from that moment on, teachers, priests, parents and other influential persons had no further influence over me, my development, or my person in general. Well, that’s childhood education down the plug hole! 😀 

Anyhow, today is my birthday, I’m 56, (going on 9) so as I had the day off, we went to a nearby garden, it was raining, so everything is a bit wet – first, here’s a picture of a Goldfinch I took the other week.

 

 

I woke up with this song! An oldie, but a goodie!

Stars!

When you get to a certain age you find yourself looking back on things rather than forward too. Oh, you still look forward to things of course, like this or that adventure, but you know its not going to blow your mind or change your whole world outlook – as things did when you were younger. Likewise, you see younger people thinking oh wow, I just had this or that epiphany, and you just think, oh yeah, I did that too! Did the world really change, or was it just you and I?

The world does change, and it changes for the better, as well as for the worse – so its tricky to say exactly where we’re all heading.  I don’t want to say what younger people are going through is definitely just the same old thing we all went through, because it really is changing, as are the borders and frontlines and so on. 

Anyhow, I found this article, in the TLS, about “The problem of men writing about sex” It got me thinking about the books I read, and those I avoid really, and how different it might have been if I had studied English Literature at school when I was younger, instead of opting for just leaving school at 16, and finding my own way. 

Emasculated

On second thoughts, I think it might be better to steer away from literature that tries to be too clever! (a great article though)

Check out this by Simply Red – Stars – he’s bonkers! His music is really dreadful, I never liked this sort of thing, I always liked Mick Hucknall’s voice! Amazing!  And anyhow, I’d quite like to fall from the stars straight into your arms, sounds ok to me! Hope you comprehend! 😀 😀 

 

I’m on a roll – here’s another song! Fiction Factory – Feels like Heaven! 😀 😀

 

Hope everyones ok BTW – had a terrible few days, really down & depressed, got 3 pairs of jeans today, retail therapy! Feel so much better! Weird! 😀