An association is rather a good thing for a public
house. Fame and infamy can equally
add character to a pub and, pubs being pubs and human nature being human
nature, any pub of a decent age will be more likely to be infamous than
famous. Pubs, you see, even
respectable ones with coffee machines and a breakfast menu, are less likely to
be the place where a National Treasure hung her bonnet when writing the sort of
fiction that is adapted for Sunday night viewing, and more likely to be the
place where a laudanum soaked poet wrote his last before drinking himself into
an early grave. Alternatively,
they were frequented by a bloke with the charming name of ‘Mad’, ‘Chopper’, or
‘The Lathe’, once to be avoided and now on a Gangland Walks trail. Many pubs have Blue Plaques, more still
have stained carpets.
Indeed, companies exist that can create character in a pub
for you. They scavenge skips (or
to give them their full title rural action houses) and can transform a former
car showroom into Ye Olde Something Or Other with the addition of only a few
antique agricultural implements and a pine-effect condom dispenser.
However, it takes more than a few antique cigerette or Fry’s
chocolate machines converted to dispense vape-sticks and pistachios to give a
pub atmosphere, especially since the smoking ban came in. What a pub really needs to do is a
holistic historic makeover, setting up web-sites that will convince you that
your local boozer has that most attractive of qualities, a pool table (just
kidding, I mean A Past).
I used to drink in a pub that was featured on
Crimewatch. Everyone suspected
that the landlord had done his wife in because a) she disappeared and b) the
cellar acquired a new concrete floor.
The thing is, he kept a good pint.
Tricky moral decision, but when asked if one wanted a quick
one ‘up the murderer’s?’, the answer was usually ‘yes’. In his defence, I don’t think he served
Stella, so he was obviously anti-violence to women.
Many pubs have, of course, been around since pilgrims needed
somewhere to stop off for a quick drink before visiting Jerusalem. Given the state of the Middle East
today, that remains a good idea.
The older the pub the ‘richer’ the history, usually featuring,
appropriately, claret. But
stabbings, gangland slayings and poetry is the least of it, given the amount of
former entertainers, a trade that traditionally like a beer, now being locked
up, it’s a wonder the police don’t just visit every pub called ‘The Yew Tree’
and throw a net over the regulars.
Of course, the best a Bristish boozer can boast is a
resident highwayman. Bierkellers
are an efficient, mechanised, German pub and, if grainy black and white
newsreel footage is to be believed (and why not) most of them were frequented
by Hitler. Not so much a Blue
Plaque, more a brown shirt moment.
Britain’s pubs are richly decorated, and not just at
chucking out time. The walls of
pubs in Britain are adorned not just with Sky Sport posters but with everything
from hunting prints, to tabloid front pages, to wanted posters. Look closer still and you will see why,
in Britain at least, pubs remain haunts of gentlemen; photographs of regulars
who may have stepped out, but who remain in spirit.
The Hoste Arms in Norfolk remains one of the best pubs in
Burnham Market. It remains so in
rthe face of significant challenges, such as having a spa on site, and being
frequented by very wealthy people.
It remains a good pub because the staff are quite, quite lovely and the
place is at the same time the last word in excellence and not remotely
pretentious. I have had some great
times there and sitting in the October sunshine with a glass of champagne and a
springer smelling faintly of beach is one of life’s great joys.
The walls of the bar are adorned with original cartoons by
Annie Tempest of her weekly strip (ooh er!) in Country Life magazine,
‘Tottering by Gently’, featuring Lord Tottering (‘Dicky’) and his wife,
Daffy. The strip concerns itself,
as far as I can determine, with the upkeep of Tottering Towers, their stately
home, red wine, dogs and, bizarrely, social media. The strip is very ‘Country Life’, a magazine slightly up its
own arse, more usually up a fox’s arse, but amusing.
All very lovely and slightly more original than a Space
Invaders cabinet converted into a wifi booth or whatever. A recent addition though are busts of
Dicky and Daffy.
It’s always tricky to pull off a likeness of a cartoon
character. The last person to do
it successfully was Michael Keaton.
However, one you get over the initial shock, they are actually quite
fun. Daffy is just as you would
imagine her, although worryingly close to the red wine.
Dicky is fantastic.
That he does not resemble the cartoon character so well is fortunate,
because the bust is an incredible likeness of the late, much missed, Professor
Brigadier Richard Holmes.
Possibly the sculptor captures the likeness of the wrong
Dicky. Probably he captured the
right one.
And if you were playing pub heritage top trumps, military
history beats everything else.
From faded photographs of local lads in kaki, through oil paintings of
Spitfires, through to bright photographs of local lads in desert gear, and
never forgetting the gentleman in the red jacket, every pub should have a
military connection.
Finally, the Hoste has it all.
Labels: 2014, Beer, Burnham Market, Country Life, Country Life magazine, Daffy, Dickie, Drink, Drinking, June, June 2014, Norfolk, The Hoste Arms