14-11-2010, 13:33
In 1968 I had the great honour of moving house from the outskirts of the city of Sheffield in England to North Lincolnshire.
In those days the North Of Lincolnshire was an isolated part of the world and was quite a wilderness..................To say that this was a place of isolation was to understate the matter slightly ..........................The law in such places was not really enforced with great gusto and as was my parent want for a drink now and then needed to be satisfied, I found my self in the odd bar in this part of world
On one such occasion I found myself in the riverhead area of a certain town which is a famous fishing port around midday on a week day and was sat in the corner of the bar with a lemonade...............whilst my parents managed something stronger...............I did not really find a rough city centre pub to be my style but was drawn to the entertainment which was laid on......................If I remember the name correctly the Pestal and Mortar pub had a piano as its sole form of entertainment and at it was sat a young lad who was playing the local hits of the time ..........................I have since learned that that young lad also remembers his days in the Pestal and Mortar and later wrote about them ..............................
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cWtA1LNv...re=related
Amazing who you meet in the pub eh ?
In those days the North Of Lincolnshire was an isolated part of the world and was quite a wilderness..................To say that this was a place of isolation was to understate the matter slightly ..........................The law in such places was not really enforced with great gusto and as was my parent want for a drink now and then needed to be satisfied, I found my self in the odd bar in this part of world
On one such occasion I found myself in the riverhead area of a certain town which is a famous fishing port around midday on a week day and was sat in the corner of the bar with a lemonade...............whilst my parents managed something stronger...............I did not really find a rough city centre pub to be my style but was drawn to the entertainment which was laid on......................If I remember the name correctly the Pestal and Mortar pub had a piano as its sole form of entertainment and at it was sat a young lad who was playing the local hits of the time ..........................I have since learned that that young lad also remembers his days in the Pestal and Mortar and later wrote about them ..............................
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cWtA1LNv...re=related
Amazing who you meet in the pub eh ?
Nice to be able to go back to trust and friendship!!!!!!!!!
It's a mixed up sensation this being alive
Oh! it wears a man down into the ground
It's the strangest elation
I can't describe it
Oh it leaves a man weary
It makes a man frown..............................Chris Simpson ( "Mixed Up Sensations" 1975 Martin's Cafe )
It's a mixed up sensation this being alive
Oh! it wears a man down into the ground
It's the strangest elation
I can't describe it
Oh it leaves a man weary
It makes a man frown..............................Chris Simpson ( "Mixed Up Sensations" 1975 Martin's Cafe )
