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Wednesday, 3 May 2017

the pretty bricks interview

Mark and Lucy are landlords of The Pretty Bricks, a fantastic Black Country pub serving great ale and delivering great company.

Come September they'll have been behind the bar for six years, having given up their previous jobs as a roofer and a teaching assistant respectively to run the pub.

This lovely couple have made The Pretty Bricks something rather special, and here's just part of their story as told to me by Lucy ...

Why do you like your job?

It's the people who make it. I've got to know lots of them over the years - some good, some bad. So many fascinating characters come in here.

We've got a lovely regular who's very patriotic and always dresses up for St. George's Day and there's one chap who puts on noise-cancelling headphones if he doesn't like the conversation!

What sort of things can we expect to find at The Pretty Bricks?

Lots of groups use the pub. We have a Quiz Night run by the folks from St. Peter's Church just up the way in Stafford Street. There's a group who come in with their own tapas and we've got a regular Folk Night.

There are function rooms and a room upstairs that bands use for rehearsals. They tell me it's got good acoustics. The West Coast Eagles rehearse here - they're very good and they play right across the Midlands.

 Loads of CAMRA people visit us.  The pub helped the folks down in London set up CAMRA and became Walsall's first member - have a look at the wall by the side of the bar.

We're also home to Stenhousemuir Away Supporters Club, the Warriors Abroad.  We had a chap come in here who used to go to all the matches and we've kept up the tradition. There's lots of Stenhousemuir mementos in the cupboard above the fire-place.

What do you think makes your pub special?

There's always lots of conversation at The Pretty Bricks - everyone talks to one another. We won't have a juke-box or a TV here. We want to be different. It's a place where people can speak without distractions.

The one thing I won't allow though is swearing. Gentle ribbing is fine, but not swearing - I want this to be a place where women can come in on their own and not feel intimidated while they're waiting for their boyfriends to arrive.

What's your average day like?

I'm off into town at 8:30 to buy the cobs.  I make them up fresh every day and I see them in my sleep!  Our pork pies are also local, they come from Taylors the Butchers in Cheslyn Hay.

It's back to the pub then to clean up ready for lunch.

It's quieter than it used to be at lunch-time. There's zero tolerance of alcohol in the workplace these days so we don't get so much trade from the local factories. Instead we get people coming in with a book to read while they have a pint and a pork pie.

We get a beer delivery once a week on a Wednesday morning. Usually we keep around thirty or forty barrels down in the cellar and we use about half of them each week.

Evenings are really busy, as I say, we get lots of groups coming in each night.  We shut the doors at 10:45 and I clean up behind the bar. It's a busy life and we never get a weekend off!

Tell us about the history of the pub...

The building was finished in 1845 and it's always been a pub.

You can find a lot of history scattered about in here and Black Country Ales, the owners of The Pretty Bricks, are really keen on preserving it.

The old wooden bar has been sanded down, restored and sealed and looks lovely. When it came to replacing the windows at the front they put in etched glass to match the original window panel.

At one time the pub was called, 'The Tap and Spile', though everyone always knew it as, 'The Pretty Bricks'.  We found a collection of old tap and spiles in the bottle-room and they've been made up into a display by the side of the bar.

We have a bit of a family history with the pub, too. My Auntie Eileen was going to run it but then she fell pregnant and never got the chance.  It feels strange I'm now doing it!

What are the owners of The Pretty Bricks like?

Angus used to work in the brewery trade and he set up Black Country Ales. They've got over thirty pubs now.

They're really good to work for and I can't fault them at all.  If we ever have a problem they're straight onto it getting it sorted out. They're really easy to talk to.  They're constantly doing their pubs up and they refurbish them really well - they make sure they keep the character of the place.

Angus and his wife recently took us and some of their other publicans out for the night and we had a great time. It was like a real family.

So can you finish by telling us about one of your favourite regulars?

Gordon's ninety years old and he grew up in Portland Street, just round the corner from The Pretty Bricks. He's such a nice man, always jolly.

 There's a photograph in the back room of the Pretty Bricks Darts Team of 1948.  Gordon's in it with a lovely smile as always!


















Monday, 3 December 2018

all downhill from here and other poems




I'm delighted to confirm I made a short but eccentric debut as a poet last night. It was an 'open-mike' session at the legendary Pretty Bricks.

The three poems I presented appear below and the accompanying photo was taken during the course of 'gotcha'. The audience really did say 'cheese' rather than pelting me with rotten tomatoes, which is what I rather think I deserved!

 
 all downhill from here

I was born to this world when incredibly young,
bereft of control over bladder, bowels and tongue.
But as I grow old I'm sorry to say,
I'm hurtling downhill
with no means to delay.

For that which was supple and flexed with great ease
is now fused solid from hips to the knees
Whilst a thing once rigid, jutting proud, firm and bold
droops limp in reverse, a sad sign that I'm old.

 The waist grows thicker the hair starts to thin
Spare me the tonic, just bring me the gin.

So with stoic resolve it's the final big drop,
A vertiginous fall from life's mountain top
It'll bring me full circle to where I've begun,
bereft of control over bladder, bowels and tongue!

gotcha

I've selfied on my smartphone
a thousand smiling ways
that say I am so happy
despite this sad malaise

I check my likes each hour
I tweet like I'm the best
but it can't disguise the fact
that I'm totally depressed

those plates of food that look so good
the holiday snaps amazing
I've photo-shopped my wrinkled face
so no more crazy paving

my eyes burn bright my teeth shine white
I'd like to say I'm happy
but scratch beneath the surface
and all I feel is crappy

Yet wait, I have the answer
I'll turn the lens around
you don't look quite so good yourself
I'm sure that's what I've found

I'll count you down I'll count you in
your best grins if you please
and when I reach the number three
I'd like you to say 'cheese'!!!

 READY?

1 - 2- 3

CHEESE!!!

I've gotcha on my camera
it's there for all to see
I'm off to post on instagram ...
you look as bad as me!
               
united in language

Trump; noxious hot wind
emitted by an anus
leaves behind foul smells.