Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The pub, megaliths and foreigners.

It is not known if the pub was open in neolithic times - despite carbon dating the gents - but it has always been a navigation point.

Travellers can often be seen breaking their journey from The Engineer, in the deep south of Primrose Hill, to the  Top Queens (the bottom one having closed).

Equally those on their way to Camden’s car pound can be seen seeking sustenance before crossing the tracks into foreign country.

All of which led regulars last night to question whether the pub actually lay on one of the not-so-mythical Ley lines which were apparently created to ease overland trekking.

It is equally unknown if Alf Watkins, the developer of the Ley lines theory, ever popped in for a pint whilst working on his seminal book The Old Straight Track. But his family did once own a brewery, which was obviously enough evidence. 

Ley lines link megaliths and the pub often provides a refuge for those displaying similar life-styles. The pub is also making a name for itself as an adjunct to Battersea Dogs Home as the landlord, proud owner of his own pooch, encourages the rich and famous to bring their dogs with them.

Not for NW1 the leash-strainers beloved of those with tattoos where their arms used to be. Instead models from the pages of the doggy equivalent of Tatler are hand-carried into the boozer where their redundant leads provide traps for the unwary.

Dogs do provide excuses for unexpected conversations even if they do run out once the breed and name are established. But, like previous partners, they do allow for that favourite phrase: “Well I never thought someone like you would end up with something like that”.

It came to mind last night when “The American”, as he is known, came in with his two squealers who look as if they have run head first into a brick wall. Neither they, nor their owner, were wearing baseball caps, but their accents gave them away.

“Foreign”, said one of the builders.