Apparently one of Holly’s friends has returned to Home Ed after a period in school. Not sure what’s going on there, but it made for a nice pun in today’s post around what used to be my favourite song of All Time. From the very first second with the organ starting low, then wandering along in a series of questioning intervals like one taking a line for a walk, and then, like a ton of bricks falling off a roof, the building to the guitar-chords (The Who were from Hounslow, you know – my home town) when the song gets under way, right to Pete Townshend’s scream that marks the ‘When-Harry-met-Sally-style climax, continuing to the wandering organ at the end, I love every second of it, and until Leonard Cohen walked into my life it was my all-time no. 1. And then I heard Suzanne…
But that’s another story. Here, to serenade you through the rest of the post, are the sublime Who:
The lyrics are great, too: ‘meet the new boss/same as the old boss…’
Last night I was taken by daughter for a drink at our local, The Western. I have blogged before about this great local pub: once a railway hotel practically on the platform of the Great Central Railway, it is now a popular local which still has separate bars and hence caters for a variety of people rather than one undifferentiated melee. The beer is always great – last night I tried Black Widow, a dark beer accurately described as having hints of burnt coffee and chicory.
The image shows a bottle, though they also had it on draught. Daughter had a fruit cider, and that was my Mother’s Day present.
The Western is also reasonably priced – for nowadays – several beers under 3 quid a pint. Bloody hell! I remember when fifty pee a pint was a lot…
And that was yesterday.