Very Enjoyable Night No. 478
Consonant Reader,
I spent Friday night in my handy local pub with my brother in arms, Mr. Crumb. Firstly, the pub itself.. Anyone looking at it from the outside may look at it in disdain and not give it a second glance. No flashy signs, drinks promotions, the paintwork all over whitewashed with a simple red sign: The Brunswick. Could this pub be any good? Yes. Should you take my word for it? Hell yes. Read my lips.. Anyone worth their salt and who knows where its at; knows the cool crew inside out; is down with it; is '4 real ya'll'- knows that The Brunswick is the place to be.. ..Did I just say all that? Ah.
Perhaps I should retract some of those statements on the basis of their naffness. I'll then carry on telling you about this place without trying to big it up any further.. So you walk in through double doors into a lower level, down some stairs and into the main 'pub' area. Jukebox, DJ spot on your left, raised chairs and tables further on, a bar in the middle of the pub (Well- fancy that!) and more seats on the right. The back of the pub sports even more chairs, a pool table and a part time stage for occassional bands.
When I was a student in the late 90's in Gloucester, even though I lived on the opposite side of the city, I still went to this pub and treated it as my local. And now its only a stones throw away, which is just bloody maaarvellous. I loved it then and I love it now. Its nice to know that some things in life will always remain the way when you last left them.
This Friday night, Crumb had come up from Bristol for us to have a few bevvies together, chew the fat so to speak. Having stopped off at another wonderful pub that I'll have to take you to some other time whilst getting tanked on some 7% alcohol scrumpy cider (When in Rome..) we made our way back to the Brunswick. Got in, got drinks and noticed a band were all set up on the make shift stage.
This is what I love about this pub; its very cool without overtly trying to be cool. Whilst waiting for the live act to kick in, Crumb and I started talking about music. Now, we've been here before.. Crumb and I, a few months back were in the same pub and started talking about music. At the time we made a comment about the Stereophonic's 'Bartender & the thief', a fine piece of radio friendly rock. 5 mniutes later the bastard track was playing in the background.
This Friday night, we started discussing music again and soon enough, it began to play. As if some magical musical god was looking down at us and told us we could have our songs come true on the jukebox. (Alcohol has erased the memory of the particular song, Crumb noted it on his phone, but I couldn't tell you even if my life depended on it..)
But that wasn't the best of it.
The band came on. Drums. Guitar. Double bass. They were a mad jazz- shuffle- outfit from the Forest Of Dean, so they were very lively. The songs they played were ace, (I know that after a few King Lears any music sounds like it was recorded in heaven but these guys were good) Their agent (A very interesting man who seemed extremely keen to promote music of all kinds in the Gloucestershire area) was handing out promo CDs of them to which Crumb and I were keen to take home. They did a cover of 'Lovin' You' and 'I'm too Sexy'. It was hilarious.
And then we left, said goodbye to the band and left under the influence. The night had flown by, damnit! Once home, Crumb collapsed in a heap and stayed that way until 12 o'clock the next day whilst I stayed up as I usually do for a further 2 hours or so, restless.
I do so love Fridays.
Oh, and the band's name? PURE EVIL. Check them out;
Pure Evil- 'Mammy'
B x.
I spent Friday night in my handy local pub with my brother in arms, Mr. Crumb. Firstly, the pub itself.. Anyone looking at it from the outside may look at it in disdain and not give it a second glance. No flashy signs, drinks promotions, the paintwork all over whitewashed with a simple red sign: The Brunswick. Could this pub be any good? Yes. Should you take my word for it? Hell yes. Read my lips.. Anyone worth their salt and who knows where its at; knows the cool crew inside out; is down with it; is '4 real ya'll'- knows that The Brunswick is the place to be.. ..Did I just say all that? Ah.
Perhaps I should retract some of those statements on the basis of their naffness. I'll then carry on telling you about this place without trying to big it up any further.. So you walk in through double doors into a lower level, down some stairs and into the main 'pub' area. Jukebox, DJ spot on your left, raised chairs and tables further on, a bar in the middle of the pub (Well- fancy that!) and more seats on the right. The back of the pub sports even more chairs, a pool table and a part time stage for occassional bands.
When I was a student in the late 90's in Gloucester, even though I lived on the opposite side of the city, I still went to this pub and treated it as my local. And now its only a stones throw away, which is just bloody maaarvellous. I loved it then and I love it now. Its nice to know that some things in life will always remain the way when you last left them.
This Friday night, Crumb had come up from Bristol for us to have a few bevvies together, chew the fat so to speak. Having stopped off at another wonderful pub that I'll have to take you to some other time whilst getting tanked on some 7% alcohol scrumpy cider (When in Rome..) we made our way back to the Brunswick. Got in, got drinks and noticed a band were all set up on the make shift stage.
This is what I love about this pub; its very cool without overtly trying to be cool. Whilst waiting for the live act to kick in, Crumb and I started talking about music. Now, we've been here before.. Crumb and I, a few months back were in the same pub and started talking about music. At the time we made a comment about the Stereophonic's 'Bartender & the thief', a fine piece of radio friendly rock. 5 mniutes later the bastard track was playing in the background.
This Friday night, we started discussing music again and soon enough, it began to play. As if some magical musical god was looking down at us and told us we could have our songs come true on the jukebox. (Alcohol has erased the memory of the particular song, Crumb noted it on his phone, but I couldn't tell you even if my life depended on it..)
But that wasn't the best of it.
The band came on. Drums. Guitar. Double bass. They were a mad jazz- shuffle- outfit from the Forest Of Dean, so they were very lively. The songs they played were ace, (I know that after a few King Lears any music sounds like it was recorded in heaven but these guys were good) Their agent (A very interesting man who seemed extremely keen to promote music of all kinds in the Gloucestershire area) was handing out promo CDs of them to which Crumb and I were keen to take home. They did a cover of 'Lovin' You' and 'I'm too Sexy'. It was hilarious.
And then we left, said goodbye to the band and left under the influence. The night had flown by, damnit! Once home, Crumb collapsed in a heap and stayed that way until 12 o'clock the next day whilst I stayed up as I usually do for a further 2 hours or so, restless.
I do so love Fridays.
Oh, and the band's name? PURE EVIL. Check them out;
Pure Evil- 'Mammy'
B x.