This year will be my fourth year of writing Friday Pint posts. Unlike previous years however, I’m not going to explicitly decide on a theme for this years posts. I will however be trying to make sure I do post something every Friday, even if there’s nothing beer related about it. After all, one of the main purposes of The Friday Pint when I started doing it back in 2012 was to keep my brain active and improve my writing.
As I write this post, I am currently sat in The Wheatsheaf, a Fuller’s owned pub in Slough, opposite Herschel Park. Prior to being sat here. with a pint of London Pride by my side, I walked around the park, and the nature reserve that is situated just to the side of it.
I then paid a visit to The Old Red Cow, where outside a man, possibly 50 something in age, was looking up towards a red kite hovering majestically in the sky above. He told me that there are usually two of them, and that they come from the parks behind us.
Inside I order a pint of Twickenham’s WInter Cheer. The man from outside is offered the usual, and a conversation begins between the man from outside and the man behind the bar. At a guess, I’d say the man behind the bar is probably a couple of years younger than me.
Through sitting at the bar, in the middle of their conversation, I learn that the man from outside has been living in a tent in the park recently. He tells the man behind the bar that he has been evicted from the park. The man behind the bar questions if you can be evicted from a public space. The man from outside seemingly still has a lot of posessions. He spoke of a TV and DVD player, and DVDs back in Reading, and also of trying to get rid of a lot of stuff.
Not long after the man from outside and I entered, another man entered with news that someone had broken their ribs. A brief conversation ensued about how they can’t do anything but let them heal natuarally. The man from outside got the man behind the bar to feel a spot on his chest, from where his ribs had broken. He then went on to talk about how his collarbone healed.
With the man behind the bar reading a newspaper, conversation between the man from outside and him switched to news. There was a story about Banksy giving someone a drawing after they helped him pick up his art stuff, and another about a nurse who helped an old man with a heart attack.
I left The Old Red Cow and made my way to The Wheatsheaf. When I enter, Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance video is playing on the TV. Seemingly, the man behind the bar here is playing youtube videos. I can’t be sure if it’s related to having a customer or not, but the television gets changed to the sky box. Several channels get put on before finally settling on Sky News.
Over the speaker system, what sounds like mid to late nineties R&B plays, drowning out the sound from the television. A pool table takes up a large amount of space just inside the door. The interior of the pub is reminiscent of an old Tudor pub. It is also rather red, with red leather seats, red patterned carpet, red chairs, and red painted walls.
The London Pride here is passable, but still doesn’t match up to the London Pride I could enjoy whilst living and working in Chiswick.I should try and go back there at some point this year.
As for this year, it’s going to be a busy one for me. I already have 12 days of overtime lined up as I save up for my wedding in October. Before then though, I have my 30th birthday, which I shall be belatedly celebrating at the Maltings Festival in Newton Abbot. Also this year will be my Dad’s 60th birthday, and my Best Man’s 30th birthday.
Going back to the subject of that wedding, I’ll be moving to America for it, providing they let me in of course. Back in Southampton I have two shelves worth of beer I won’t be taking with me, and can’t really store back here. Needless to say, this year is going to see some rather good bottles being opened.
I shall return next week, until then dear reader, have a great weekend. (118)