|Hurry Up Harry Cam'on|
Yes we indeed were going down the pub last night after our game of football (details to follow in the 'And In The Sport' column) and even though The Anson in Wallsend isn't struggling like some of the other places in pub land, you still get the feeling that pubs have shat in their own nest when you heard the procession of naff 80s records flying out of the jukebox one after the other. I'd not heard It Bites or Tpau for fuckin years and I was very happy with that state of affairs until they were ruining our conversation last night because of the fortissimmo level they were being played at.
Bloody 80s. That was a decade where pubs ditched with tradition and started to be something they were not. It was, I would say very much the start of the rot and now ironically enough, you're getting a whole load of pubs trying to make their place look more spit and sawdust and they're frantically cold calling the local breweries to get some ales in. I bet a lot of landlords and landladys can't think why this is the case but now the wine bar bollocks just doesn't work. And why? Well I'd say that the very people that got shafted in order to make way for the wankers are the loyal ones that are now keeping pubs going, while the wankers have long since washed their hands of the pub because those wine bar type wankers are now having meals in country pubs and are saving their drinking to their own house and garden when they're having friends round for a barbecue and a watch of the England match or the Grand Prix. Come the revolution they'll be the first bastards up against the wall.
Well I'm off to Glasgow tonight to do The Stand and then tomorrow night I fly to Australia to do the Englishman, Irishman, Scotsman gig in Perth Convention and Exhibition Centre. Get down there Antipodean fans. Speak tomorrow from the airport.
TODAY'S GIG IS SPONSORED BY DYSON HOOVERS BEFORE THEY GOT VERY POPULAR.