Eugene's 30th in Emsworth
Last weekend Shaun, Robyn, Jacks and myself travelled south to the village of Emsworth to join Eugene in celebrating his 30th. Emsworth is on the coast, not far from Chichester, and after an hour and a bit on the train we arrived in Havant, where birthday boy picked us up. We spent the evening in one of the 12 local pubs, having a good meal, and a couple of pints. The food was great, and the atmosphere in the pub transformed from relaxed oldies vibe, to young chav smoking haunt. Good fun, but after passively smoking a box, we decided to get back to the flat.
Eugene and Heidi, who have recently moved from Plymouth, have really found themselves a great spacious flat in peaceful surroundings. A few steps from their front door is a massive pond (which must have the highest swan count in all of Britain). The village folk (average age 60) are all incredibly friendly, and have welcomed the 2 young South Africans with open arms. Tony, the chap who lives under them, even joined us on our saturday afternoon pub crawl. A hugely varied bunch of pubs with some great characters.
Most of our weekend was spent chilling, chatting, and pretty much bumming around, which was good for a change. I thought I should mention sunday lunch, and make sure nobody ever goes to the Sussex Brewery (a Youngs Pub in Emsworth). We were looking for a place to eat, and I had popped into the pub the day before. The menu boasts about 30 varieties of sausage (even ostrich), and it seemed like a nice enough venue. We walked in at 11:45 on sunday, only to be told by a woman behind the bar that they only open at 12:00. Now, surely any normal human being would welcome 6 hungry clients, let them sit by the fire and explain that their kitchen only opened at 12:00. On top of that, if they are so strict about opening times they should lock the door. IDIOTS! Anyway, we found a much better spot, and enjoyed some good home cooking.
After a relaxing weekend we made our way back into London on sunday afternoon. Welcome to the 30's club Eugene. Jackie, you're almost there!
Eugene and Heidi, who have recently moved from Plymouth, have really found themselves a great spacious flat in peaceful surroundings. A few steps from their front door is a massive pond (which must have the highest swan count in all of Britain). The village folk (average age 60) are all incredibly friendly, and have welcomed the 2 young South Africans with open arms. Tony, the chap who lives under them, even joined us on our saturday afternoon pub crawl. A hugely varied bunch of pubs with some great characters.
Most of our weekend was spent chilling, chatting, and pretty much bumming around, which was good for a change. I thought I should mention sunday lunch, and make sure nobody ever goes to the Sussex Brewery (a Youngs Pub in Emsworth). We were looking for a place to eat, and I had popped into the pub the day before. The menu boasts about 30 varieties of sausage (even ostrich), and it seemed like a nice enough venue. We walked in at 11:45 on sunday, only to be told by a woman behind the bar that they only open at 12:00. Now, surely any normal human being would welcome 6 hungry clients, let them sit by the fire and explain that their kitchen only opened at 12:00. On top of that, if they are so strict about opening times they should lock the door. IDIOTS! Anyway, we found a much better spot, and enjoyed some good home cooking.
After a relaxing weekend we made our way back into London on sunday afternoon. Welcome to the 30's club Eugene. Jackie, you're almost there!
posted by Brad at 12:49
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30 years old and nothing's changed.
Fri Feb 02, 01:32:00 pm GMT+2
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