Life on the Estate
Life away from the hustle and bustle of the City is a tranquil paradise, punctuated by bird song, smell of wild flowers and lazy sunny afternoons.
Once a year, its also punctuated by the sound of vomming, loud drunken shouting and the odd splash as someone staggers into the local duck pond at the Annual Pub Crawl round Upper Green. We DO cross the railway line to Lower Green – a land not so green and pleasant but thats where most of the pubs are and needs must!
As the President of the Pub Crawl Association, it is my solemn duty to ensure everyone gets round safely, finishes their drinks and goes home with a kebab in their hands.
For one day a year, I’m generally hated by the village wives.
The Map and Itinarary
No self-respecting pub crawl would be without a map, itinerary and certificates for those completing the course.
Planned to get round from midday to midnight, the itinerary serves to remind half a dozen blokes that it is NOT alright to stay in the third pub they get to because they have suddenly developed concrete shoes.
All good leaders start off a campaign with a speech to chivvy the troops along and as President, I felt it my solemn duty to carry on this tradition. In the first pub I would give a rousing speech (followed by safety notices, etc – well this is the 21st Century after all!) – click the links to see these.
Lower Green
Here be dragons…..
There isn’t much to say about the Lower Green, on the right is a picture taken from Upper Green on the approach to the railway bridge. Note the chimneys of the dark satanic mills of Lower Green in the distance.
Brrr!