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The Pink Pony

December 16, 2013

Being a Sunday and deciding once again not to go to church, the same decision I have made every week of my adult life, we went to the pub. After an irksome drive back from Berkshire in mist and rain, and a wet march around the Downs in further dreadful weather, I was ready for a pint, particularly because today has been designated a diet day.

It is normal on a Sunday for me to try to wind up my old pal, and this columns most prolific Limerick writer, the Reverend Jeff. He desperately wants me to seek solace through religion which of course will never happen. Not even on my deathbed will I read the bible looking for loopholes. He really wants to save me, but as I may have told him in the past; “do I look like a green shield stamp?”

I was thinking that, as this diet is still going on despite getting near to the Xmas season, and is based on calorie intake, could I call the calories I do get to consume over the festive season Christmas Carolies? It is the type of pun that puts a song in my heart, as does this picture which came into my hands recently.

batman with Robin

The previous managers of the Pink Pony?

I took this up with Charlie Pistorius Malcolmson, landlord of the Kings Arms in Arundel over a pint of London Pride. His largesse in the form of a wonderful cheese and pate in abundance on the bar is one of the main reasons Sunday at Kings has begun to become traditional. He told me about a character who used to frequent his pub who was called Jim and Tonic, who sounds just like the sort of character I would have live to have met. It could have applied to another chap on the strength of yesterday’s experience.

He is a legend that I did meet briefly at the No Parsley Club, also known as the Old Codgers Lunch on Friday and again yesterday, when I was able to spend some time talking to him. His name is David Goulding DFC. He won his Distinguished Flying Cross as a navigator in the Second World War, flying mostly Liberators and other bombers in Africa, the Far East and Europe. He was most active over Japan. He is a brilliant character, who even at 91 was able not only to engage in some and engage  in serious conversation, but was also able to down at least 4 Gins and Tonics over the course of a couple of hours. He told me that he is now one of only three survivors from the Second World War living in Arundel.

He is also a huge cricket fan, as was I until last night when the wheels finally came right off for a hapless English team in Australia. England has been comprehensively outplayed and humiliated by a team we were beating just 6 months ago. I never thought it was going to be a walkover in their own back yard as most of the professional pundits did, I would have been happy with a drawn series, but pulverised is a word that could describe it.

Anyway, as I left the pub I got into a conversation with a couple of chaps considering buying houses in Spain and France, which have me the opportunity to press the benefits of opening an account with Currencies Direct. Work never ceases for us working class chaps.

Finally, I did hear about The Black Horse in Amberley , which has been closed for a couple of years but will apparently reopen next year. It seems it was once run by a couple gay chaps and was dubbed locally as The Pink Pony. As good a place as any for a babycham.

Chris France

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Rev. Jeff. permalink
    December 16, 2013 11:48 am

    Now you know that I’m not one to preach,
    To argue, persuade or to teach,
    But I just chip away,
    In your blag every day,
    To touch souls, not yet quite, out of reach !

    Hard for a God-fearing chap like myself to find appropriate words to describe the debacle Down-under. Now that sounds like the beginning of a limerick……..


  2. laura permalink
    December 16, 2013 10:53 pm

    There’s a pub in Binsted that used to do a huge range of home made wines that blew your head off. They made a carrot whiskey which they claimed to be a type of wine, but after drinking it, I am told I lost my sight in one eye for 2 hours. I cant remember it. Literally blind drunk Do you know of this pub?Can’t remember its name either?


    • December 16, 2013 11:13 pm

      There is a pub called the Black Horse which has been very unsympathetically redeveloped in the last two years. It was shut for ages, and had been blanded out for the blue rinse brigade . must have been that one as there is not another I know of?


      • laura permalink
        December 21, 2013 3:00 pm

        Thats the one! It was probably shut down due to the alcohol they served being too strong for normal humans !


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