Posts from 6th July 2005

6
Jul 05

PUB 8: 8: THE PARADISE

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By this point your intrepid reporter was flagging. The Paradise was the busiest pub we’d been in since the Elgin, several hours before, and clearly there were people who had been there all day, solely to watch the event (it was the only place we didn’t get a seat). The television was a decent size and the volume was loud, but not Elgin loud. There also appeared to be some sort of post-gay pride party going on upstairs and the music (heard whilst visiting the toilet) was an awful lot better than the dreck served up to us downstairs. WHO stumbling through the CSI greatest hits followed by <gritted teeth>pink floyd</gritted teeth> (sorry Marcello, loved the piece but I won’t be converted I fear). The pub seemed friendly enough, I had a bit of a natter with a random bloke, but it wasn’t my round and by this stage of the evening I was on the lemonade, so I can’t even comment on the beer.

Unfortunately I felt the need to leave as Wish You Were Here started in case I upset any of the other punters in the pub (also, we were in West London and I wanted to be the right side of Kings Cross before Hyde Park kicked out). My abiding memory of the pub though was some bloke (I don’t want to be stereotypical here, but the word “trustifarian” springs to mind) shouting at everyone to shush because they were showing a repeat of the Nelson Mandela speech from earlier in the day…

PUB 8 RATING: 7 (i’m sure it’s perfectly tolerable most of the time, it’s hardly their fault about pink floyd)

Tenuous Olympic Post

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Now seems as good a time as any to ask this.

When I was small, about 7 or 8, I was staying with family friends in Cheshire, who had a son a couple years older than me. I remember this boy singing me a comic song about an encounter with a ram. The only line I can remember from it is –

“The ram he chased me
Just look at him go
Like Sebastian Coe”

Was this song made up, or (more likely) incredibly local, or did it have any kind of wider currency? I don’t remember it being particularly dirty, but I laughed a lot at it, and it’s a fragment which has lodged annoyingly in my memory ever since, appearing every time Lord Coe turns up in the news. Which is often, lately.