Wednesday, 19 August 2015

A Pub is a Pub was a Wine Bar – Part Two

Visitors to Britain's shores frequently comment that there is nothing quite like the English pub to be found anywhere else in the world. 
However, the great British pub actually started life as a great Italian wine bar, and dates back almost 2,000 years. It was an invading Roman army that brought Roman roads, Roman towns and Roman pubs known as tabernae to these shores in 43 AD. Such tabernae, or huts that sold wine, were quickly built alongside Roman roads and in towns to help quench the thirst of the legionaries.

Ale however was the native British brew, and it appears that these tabernae quickly adapted to provide the locals with their favourite tipple, and the word tabernae became adapted to tavern. With the gradual spread of the road network and horse-drawn coaches our roadside taverns were transformed into coaching inns. 
Such establishments even now preserving the archways which lead to former stables and courtyards behind. In market towns it was not uncommon for prosperous inns to add function rooms, and private rooms where business could be discussed away from the bustling town marketplace outside. And so it was that hostelries created a social role for themselves. 
Strictly speaking, inns provided rooms for travellers, taverns provided food and drink, while alehouses simply sold beer.  The native British brew of ‘ale’ was originally made without hops. Ale brewed with hops was gradually introduced in the 14th and 15th centuries and this was known as beer. By 1550 most brewing included hops and the expression alehouse and beerhouse became synonymous. 
As I have already mentioned the introduction of The Duke of Wellington’s Beer Act in 1830 created a stampede for the new licences and over 20,000 Beer Houses suddenly appeared up and down the country. Within six years there were 46,000 beer shops or beer houses in the country. The opening hours could be from 4am to 10pm and many were shops and private dwellings selling beer in one room of their shop or house.


Beerhouses were also known by the name ''small beer' or 'Tom and Jerry' shops.

Since most of the population were illiterate it was quite common for each establishment to display a simplistic sign which depicted the name of the premise.

Many were named after the Duke of Wellington in celebration of his relaxing of the licensing laws.


The Wine and Beer House Act of 1869 and the licensing Acts of 1872, 1904 and 1910 brought back tighter controls on licensing and many beerhouses closed. Many of those that remained had already been bought by breweries and eventually evolved into Public Houses. Interestingly, under the 1872 Act which remains in force today, it is still illegal to be drunk in charge of a horse, a cow or a steam engine, with a possible penalty of a £200 fine or 51 weeks in prison.

My local, The Fox, in common with many public house throughout the country, was originally a pair of 19th century cottages, became one dwelling and a shop in 1859, then a shop/beer house before being taken over by a brewery in 1865.

The popularity of the British pub is down to its character and unique atmosphere, brilliantly described here in BOAK AND BAILEY’S BEER BLOG: THE ALCHEMY OF PUB ATMOSPHERE

For us, the pubs with the best atmosphere sit in a sweet spot between characterful and grotty. Some pubs are so clean, so perfumed, varnished, polished and ‘on-brand’ that they start to feel they’re made of plastic. Others (often, sadly, some of those with the greatest commitment to decent beer) have torn carpets, ripped seats, grimy walls and smell like stables. The pubs we’ve enjoyed most in the last year or so have been clean without being buffed to a shine. They’ve been lived-in but not soiled. They’ve shown evidence of being run by a human being — hand-written signs, personal mementoes– rather than by a Regional Quality and Brand Manager.


Robert Rankine in his Brentford trilogy novels includes a wonderful passage describing exactly how a pub should be:

"Not one hundred yards due North of Norman's shop, as fair flies the griffin, there stands a public house which is the very hub of the Brentonian universe. Solidly constructed of old London stocks and fondly embellished with all the Victorian twiddly bits, The Flying Swan gallantly withstood the slings and arrows of outrageous brewery management. Its’ patrons have never known the horrors of fizzy beer or pub grub that comes 'a-la-basket'. The Swan had grown old gracefully. The etched glass windows, tinted with nicotine and the exhalations of a million beery breaths, sustained that quality of light exclusive to elderly pubs. The burnished brass of the beer engines shone like gold and the bar top glowed with a deep patina. The heady perfumes of Brasso and beeswax blended with those of hops and barley, grape and grain to produce an enchanting fragrance all of its own. Only a man born without a soul would not pause a moment upon entering The Swan for the first time, breathe in the air, savour the atmosphere and say, 'This is a pub'. But of course, for all its ambience, redolence and Ridley Scottery, a pub is only as good as the beer it serves. And here it must be said that those on offer were of such a toothsome relish, so satisfying in body and flavour as might reasonably elicit bouts of incredulous head-shaking and murmurs of disbelief from the reader. Nevertheless the eight hand-drawn ales available were of a quality capable of raising eulogies from seasoned drinkers, their bar-side converse long hag-ridden by clichés of how much better beer tasted in the good old days."
Robert Rankine - The Sprouts of Wrath
Pubs have come a long way since they were “a house open to the public”. In my view much too far.
These Oxford Dictionary definitions are somewhat outdated: 
Pub
An establishment for the sale of beer and other drinks, and sometimes also food, to be consumed on the premises.
Restaurant
A place where people pay to sit and eat meals that are cooked and served on the premises.
Sadly the boundaries of a pub and a restaurant have all but disappeared.
No one objects to the pub serving simple traditional food, in fact as I have mentioned before, when I first entered the Fox, more than 40 years ago, food was served and there was a choice. As I was quick to point out to two young upwardly mobile Greene King representatives who had grand plans to turn The Fox into one of their “Meet and Eat” establishments, The Fox has always had a food menu:
And that, IMHO, is all that is necessary for a pub serve - apart from beer of course!
To Be Continued.

I'll leave you with this, the latest offering from Scott Bradlee and his Post Modern Jukebox:



God that girl can sing!

Monday, 20 July 2015

JAWS 2015 - The Lesleyville Horror

The west beach of Selsey was unusually void of bathers this week-end.

On Wednesday a shoal of over 50 sharks came into the RSPB Medmerry Nature Reserve with the high tide for a feast of crabs before escaping out to sea as the tide ebbed.
One unfortunate chap missed the outgoing tide!


Nature wardens say they were "astonished" to come across a group of up to 50 sharks swimming in rising tidal waters in West Sussex.

Video footage shows dozens of fins circling in the knee-deep water at RSPB's Medmerry wildlife site near Selsey.

The society says it was an "unprecedented" group and identified them as smooth-hounds, a type of shark usually found offshore in coastal waters.

RSPB warden Peter Hughes captured the footage.


He said: "It was astonishing. There were just these huge fish everywhere in knee-deep water.

"We assume they were coming in to feed on the crabs and other marine life that have made their home at Medmerry.

"We knew in time that (this) was going to be a great place for wildlife, but I don’t think anyone expected this!"

A smooth-hound can grow up to 159 cm (5 ft 3 ins) long and weigh more than 13 kg (29 lb).

They are a shallow water shark species and regularly come close enough to land to be targeted by the shore angler.
This report courtesy of Sky News

Many people were concerned that the sharks were swimming in the same shallow waters as bathers but smooth-hound sharks. also known as gummy sharks, don’t have razor sharp teeth like other larger species of sharks. Instead their teeth are flattened plates which they use to crunch up crabs along the bottom of the seabed.


They are commonly known as dogfish, and are what is served as Huss, Rock Eel or Rock Salmon at your local fish and chippie and regularly caught by anglers of the beaches of the South of England.

Here’s a selection of dogfish that the family have caught over the last 2 years.


So why not pop down to your local chippie for good old fish and chips – you never know who you might meet!


Hey Ho!

Monday, 6 July 2015

A Pub is a Pub is a Beerhouse – Part One

Whether you call them pubs, taverns, inns or alehouses they are renowned all over the world. The great British pub is not just a place to drink beer, wine, cider or even something a little bit stronger, it is a unique social centre and the focus of community life in villages, towns and cities throughout the length and breadth of the country.

The Beerhouse Act 1830 made it easy for anyone to obtain a licence to brew and sell beer on payment a licence fee of two guineas. The intention was to increase competition between brewers and to encourage the drinking of beer and cider instead of gin which was still the cheapest and most common drink of the working classes. In addition, the industrial revolution could only function if the workforce was sober. Beer was not only viewed as the lesser evil in terms of controlling labour and production but in many areas still safer to drink than water. This resulted in the opening of hundreds of new beer houses, public houses and breweries throughout the country. Many of these beer houses eventually evolved into fully licensed public houses including my local, The Fox, which remained a beer house until the early 1930’s.

But sadly great British pubs are becoming harder to find as they are closed down and replaced by large characterless, uninteresting restaurants that also serve beer. 

Not so Oxford, however, which still has more than its fair share of traditional watering holes and it was Oxford, three weeks ago, that was once again the scene of the quarterly OAP’s Behaving Badly outing.

We arrived early and loitered on the river tow path until midday when The Punter flung open its doors to the thirsty "Punterites".

With all the toilets out of action at Oxford railway station I proceeded straight to the men's room and was confronted with this "work of art" hanging on the wall in the cubicle.

Talk about getting the day off to a start with a bang!

I won’t say that this was the highlight of our day out but, predictably, it has been the subject of several odes. 

I will use this one, not because it’s the best but because it is a rare excursion into the world of rhyme by yours truly.

There was a young man from Bombay
Who couldn’t stop having his way.
He went on the hunt
In Oxford, the runt,
And stopped for “the one” in the Punt.

He ordered a pint and a pie
While giving the barmaid the eye
With a twist and a shunt
And a groan and a grunt
Staged a daring and royal cunning stunt.

So in Oxford when taking the throne
Make sure that you take in your phone
To record the events
However intense
That the natives perform in the gents!

The Werewolf of Hampshire

Oxford is a remarkable city, not just for its interesting mix of ancient and modern architecture but also for the sheer number of pubs within walking distance of the railway station. This is borne out by the fact that on this, our 13th visit, we were able to grace four public houses with our presence for the first time - The Punter, The Kite, The Crown and The Wheatsheaf, taking the tally of pubs visited since we started our quest in December 2011 to 34 – and there are still more to tick off!


All this talk of beer has given me a thirst so I'll leave you with this before I set off to Selsey Bill for a pint of Brakspeares at The Lifeboat:


Cheers!

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Bye Bye Blatter, Blatter Bye Bye!

As widely predicted, Sepp Blatter has at last resigned - the day after my blog entry and I'd like to think that it was the Werewolf of Hampshire that gave him the final shove!

So no more mention of FIFA for the time being.

It’s now over a month since we returned from our latest visit to Fuseta. As always, we had a most relaxing, laid back three weeks in a stunning front-line penthouse apartment. There are only three main apartment blocks in Fuseta but the quality of the apartments that are available for rental is first class.

Our apartment was no exception. It was far too big for just two people but having walked past and admired it so many times we just had to try it out. The falling euro rate helped soften the financial implications!


The owner, a charming Dutch lady named Elly van Hulst, provided the transport from and to the airport and told us all about her amazing career as a world class middle distance athlete.

Her achievements (reproduced here from Wikipedia) are impressive:

Elisa ("Elly") Maria van Hulst is a former middle distance runner from the Netherlands. During her career she set one world record, on 4 March 1989 at the European Indoor Championships in the 3000 m event, a record that she held for 12 years, as well as three national records.

In 1989 she was named Dutch Sportswoman of the Year.

Elly van Hulst's career would last for almost twenty years and bring her 65 national, three European and two world titles. She participated in the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles and the 1988 Summer Olympics in Seoul.

At the end of the 1980s Van Hulst showed that she was among the best athletes in the world and in 1988 she defeated Mary Decker, favourite for the 3000 m victory in Zurich.

During her successful years, Van Hulst trained in the Algarve in Portugal. She loved this place and later, when her career had ended, moved there. Nowadays she and her husband run a real estate business, Elly van Hulst Real Estate Lda.

Since our return we have been alternating our time between maintaining the allotment & garden and relaxing in Selsey. The caravan is planted up and the verandah re-painted - bring on the sun!


Last week my plan for a morning’s beach fishing was scuppered by this story:

Fortunately the bomb was found to be safe and transported back to Aldershot to be dismantled.

Back at Prospect Road, "the plot" is looking really good this year, much more advanced than 2014 when we were in Sri Lanka for most of June.


All the hard work is beginning to reap rewards and the first potatoes plus strawberries, beetroot and salad were all picked yesterday and the first broad beans will be ready this week.


I’ll leave you with this tribute to B.B. King, “The King of the Blues”, who sadly passed away on May 14th .


RIP B.B. King 

Monday, 1 June 2015

On your Marks ..........


Get Sepp
Go
Last week world football was once again plunged into total farce.
No doubt spurred on by their unsuccessful bid to host the 2022 World Cup, it has taken a nation where football is ranked fifth in popularity behind basketball, baseball, American football and hockey to instigate proceedings to attempt to bring down what is clearly the most corrupt and powerful sporting body of all time.
Armed with evidence from former FIFA executive Chuck Blazer and the two sons of arrested former FIFA regional director Jack Warner, backed up with a mass of evidence collected over a ten year period by Scottish investigative journalist Andrew Jennings, plain clothed Swiss police acting on behalf of the FBI burst into the Baur au Lac hotel in Zurich at dawn to arrest seven Fifa officials and reveal charges against seven further defendants.
Three days later Sepp Blatter was re-elected as the Godfather of World Footballs governing body FIFA.
But, “Slow down Mr Blatter, this is may be your fifth, but will it be your unfinished”!
Blatter has been nicknamed the ‘Teflon Man’ (nothing sticks and he gets away with everything) by the European sports media but US Attorney General Loretta Lynch is not known for “letting go”.
Whilst any possible further charges by U.S. officials will depend on prosecutors finding evidence of criminal conduct which, however slightly, involves the U.S. legal or financial/banking system hopefully successful prosecution will encourage other countries to expose the widespread corruption that has taken place in all of the world cup bids for decades. Switzerland is supposedly investigating FIFA to see if any bribes were paid by Russia and Qatar to get the 2018 and 2022 World Cup competitions – that shouldn’t take long!
England wasted 19 million pounds of FA and tax payers’ money that would have been much better invested in grass roots non-league football, on a bid that was doomed from the start.
All infrastructure in place =
No new stadiums needed =
No tenders for construction work =
No back handers
Investigative journalist Andrew Jennings has spent over 10 years hounding Sepp Blatter and amassing evidence of widespread corruption at FIFA. His accusations are clear, naming dates, amounts and names, yet strangely no one has dared prosecute and he has never been sued, but at last someone, the FBI, is taking him seriously.
Here’s part of a documentary he did for Panarama in 2010:
This article by Simon Jenkins for the Guardian sums up this unbelievable situation:
This week’s Fifa exposé is widely credited to the FBI and the tough US attorney general, Loretta Lynch. That they have brought about this crunch is welcome. It is also humiliating for the Swiss police, who know full well what such global agencies get up to on their turf, and for Britain’s Scotland Yard.
Institutional corruption at Fifa has been public knowledge for a decade.
Much of the credit in this saga should go to the dogged obsession of a single reporter, Andrew Jennings, 71, who has traced Sepp Blatter’s footsteps for more than a decade. Jennings worked for the Sunday Times and BBC’s Panorama. His BBC film about Fifa corruption, The Beautiful Bung, appeared as long ago as 2006.
Since then he, and subsequently the Sunday Times, have been merciless in pursuit of the story.
Yet such is the potency of football money that Blatter’s cronies have been able to pocket millions over the years, shielded from accountability by Fifa’s arcane constitution. Occasional frowns from big sponsors, such as Visa and Coca-Cola, have triggered spasmodic “ethics inquiries”. Grandees such as Henry Kissinger, Lord Coe and Lord Goldsmith have been summoned to provide a veneer of respectability to Blatter’s regime. They joined the ranks of his patsies. Sports journalists, high on the Fifa hog, would just laugh when Fifa excused stories about $40,000 in envelopes to voting members as “intended for distribution to the poor”.
Serious trouble for Fifa began only with Sunday Times revelations of a whistleblower in 2011, after the dubious awarding of the 2018 and 2020 World Cups to Russia and Qatar. So frantic were David Cameron and his team to “win the cup for Britain” that they ignored all warnings of what was to come and were duly humiliated. Sport sends politicians mad.
In 2012 the Sunday Times revelations sparked a genuinely independent inquiry by a former US attorney general, Michael Garcia. This report was delivered to Blatter, but he has refused to publish it in full. It contains criticisms of dealings between England’s Football Association and the ex-Fifa personality Jack Warner. International sports bodies play on the celebrity, spurious patriotism, and vast revenues from media and sponsorship rights to terrorise governments into silence. That one of these governments should be Britain’s is a disgrace. The FA should now have nothing to do with Fifa as long as Blatter is in charge. If the European football union, Uefa, continues to cringe before that man, the FA should withdraw from it, too.
©The Guardian
How much longer can Blatter and FIFA remain unaccountable and above the law?
A Welsh Bard, who prefers to remain anonymous for fear of having the front door of his Cardiff residence kicked in by the Bluebird Mafia, has this take on it all:
There’s nothing the matter with Blatter,
It’s silly to criticise Sepp;
Though everything’s starting to shatter,
As long as his wallet is fatter,
He’s unlikely to take a false step!

Though FIFA’s finances are funny,
And have been for many a year,
For Blatter the future is sunny –
The Feds, who have followed the money,
Have kept the old fraud in the clear!

Though madder than hundreds of hatters,
I’m glad he’s in charge, cos I know
That his fraudulent management matters,
As footy would soon be in tatters
If someone like Tan ran the show!

Here’s Andrew Jennings comments following the arrests:


Hopefully all this is just the start and Sepp Blatter will disappear down a black hole forever:


And finally, a puzzle for you - what is the next name in this sequence:

BLATTER – BLAZER – xxxxxxx

A bit too close to comfort for my liking!

Hey Ho!

Friday, 24 April 2015

All About That Bass!

If music be your food of love,

Read on.

If not, click on the little “x” in the top right corner of your screen.

As you probably realise I like music.

My tastes in music are diverse including jazz, classical, rock, R & B, Motown, Funk, Fusion, Folk, C & W and all things in between.

What I really don’t like is covers of successful music that try to sound the same as the original adding absolutely nothing new. They are never as good. Bryan Hyland’s “Sealed with a Kiss” by Jason Donovan being a prime example.

However, I have nothing against an artist recording other peoples music in their own style – just think of how many good covers of Bob Dylan or Lennon & McCartney songs there have been.

In fact one of my favourite popular Cd’s in the last couple of years is “Long Wave” in which Jeff Lynne fondly pays tribute to the songs that shaped his love of music as a child.

Enter Post Modern Jukebox, the brain child of Scott Bradlee, a struggling New York pianist.

In 2013 he began forming Postmodern Jukebox, a rotating group of 20 to 30 musicians producing covers of pop songs in the styles of jazz, ragtime, motown and swing, using live instruments and one-take recording.

He posted the videos of his productions on a youtube channel called ScotBradleeLovesYa, and to his amazement found that people really enjoyed his ideas.

It now has over 1 million subscribers with 150 million views and Post Modern Jukebox are performing live to audiences across the US and Europe.
For me, the idea and the performances are excellent. See what you think.






A lot to listen to but it's well worth it!

Must go – the sun has come out over the Atlantic!
Hey Ho!

Friday, 10 April 2015

Waste Not Want Not

I have just dug up the last of my parsnip crop – two rows grown from small plants that I acquired last spring and transplanted. I was fully aware that this is not a recommended way to grow root vegetables as they will not grow straight and true if their roots are disturbed but the plants cost didn’t cost much, I had the space, so I thought I would give it a try.
True to form the resulting parsnip crop is not a pretty site and would not get through the gates of a supermarket let alone on the shelf. However there is absolutely nothing wrong with them and although they might take a little longer to prepare they are as if not more delicious than their uniform supermarket namesakes.
This is of course true of any vegetable or fruit and something that you soon realise when growing your own produce where survival against the constant attack from pests and diseases is the only concern leaving nature to run its course to the final product.
Remember this handsome looking carrot from last year?
One of the joys for me while at the allotment is listening to the Radio 4 while I am working. It not only stops me talking to myself but provides me with interesting information and entertainment that helps takes my mind of the fact that my arms, legs and back are aching!
All of this leads me to the subject of this blog, Food Waste.
Food waste is a major issue. We throw away 7 million tonnes of food and drink from our homes every year, the majority of which could have been eaten. It's costing us £12.5bn a year and is bad for the environment too. Supermarkets demand beautiful fruit and vegetables of perfect shape and colour. It is estimated that 20 to 40 per cent of fruit and vegetables grown in the UK are rejected on cosmetic grounds before they even get to the shops. With potatoes this percentage can be even higher. Most of what we grow ourselves would be rejected by every supermarket in the country but there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. 
Supermarkets are notoriously secretive about the amount of food that is wasted. However Tesco did reveal that it generated almost 30,000 tonnes of food waste in the first six months of 2013. The largest proportion of that - about 11,700 tonnes - was classified as "bakery", and the second largest category, making up around a fifth of the total, was fruit and vegetables.
While planting some broad beans two weeks ago I listened to an episode of BBC Radio4’s Food Program – “Food Pioneers”.
It is the story of how three very different individuals are re imagining food waste - solving problems, discovering flavours, and changing lives.
Chido Govera is a young Zimbabwean woman. Chido is a Shona name that means passion. She grew up as an orphan, and turned into a parent at the age of 7, mothering her brother and caring for her nearly blind grandmother. At the age of 8, she had already experienced the worst possible abuse, inflicted by close family. She promised herself then that when she was older, she would save and protect other orphans from experiencing what she, and so many others, had suffered. At age 11, she had the unique opportunity to learn about food and mushrooms. Mushroom farming enabled her to feed those dearest to her. Mushrooms gave her the chance to help other orphans who lived closed by. She was fortunate to have good mentors who helped her perfect the art and science of farming mushrooms. Over the years, as a young professional, she reached out to over 1,000 women in communities in Zimbabwe, Congo, Ghana, Cameroon, Tanzania and South Africa. Her work has reached schools and communities in India, aboriginals in Australia, and entrepreneurs in the US and all around Europe. Hers is a truly inspiring story and now at the age of 28 she is a successful farmer, campaigner and educator with her own foundation, The Future of Hope, travelling the world to help others change their lives.
Isabel Soares, an engineer from Portugal, set up Fruta Feia (or ugly fruit) to deliver perfectly good fruit and veg that were being discarded by the big retailers, to a willing community. So far, Fruta Feia has a staff of only three people, including Ms. Soares, as well as a handful of volunteers, some of whom are foreigners living in Lisbon. It has 420 registered customers and has built a waiting list of 1,000 customers. It has sold 21 tons of food at two distribution centres in Lisbon which provide cheap fruit and vegetables to people who cannot afford the supermarket prices. Its community co-operative model is now wildly successful in Lisbon and has been replicated in the US and UK.
John Greany Sørensen is a scientist by day, chef by night, who in his lab at the University of Copenhagen stumbled accidentally on a way of creating something truly extraordinary from rejected vegetables - veg crystals.
These stories are inspirational and I strongly recommend you to listen to their stories at this link:
Chido Govera’s pioneering work on growing mushrooms on waste coffee beans and grounds is now used all over the world including West Sussex.
The Espresso Mushroom Company is a group of coffee-drinking food lovers who produce Oyster Mushrooms grown on used coffee grounds. Recognised by The Grocer as “one of the five most innovative enterprises using food waste”, the Espresso Mushroom Company is based in Brighton where they collect coffee grounds from local cafes then grow and supply mushrooms to some of Brighton's finest restaurants. They even sell kits to grow mushrooms in your home:
I’ll leave the last word to this truly remarkable young lady:

Hey Ho!

Sunday, 5 April 2015

End of the Pier

It has been two months since my last entry, not because of any form of “writers block”, laziness or apathy but simply because I haven’t had the time.
Since returning from our six week spell in Tenerife I have been fully employed tidying up the allotment, repairing the raised beds and getting the early crops sown and planted.
Now with onions & garlic shooting and broad beans & early potatoes planted I am pretty much on top of things.
We have also been busy at Selsey getting the caravan back up and running and ready for the new season. Although still early in the year we have had a couple of really nice weekends especially the weekend of the spring tides.
Last weekend was our 47th wedding anniversary and to celebrate we returned to Hastings and Rye for a long weekend.
We were booked to see “Blood Brothers” at the White Rock theatre and staying for 2 nights in the White Rock hotel, next door to the theatre.
Our hotel room overlooked the site of Hastings Pier where I have spent many hours fishing with friends from Ipswich.
There has always been a great tradition of fishing from seaside piers and Hasting Pier was no exception.
But sadly as piers close or fishing is prohibited on so called Health and Safety grounds it is becoming less and less available.
So it was great to see that work on restoring the Victorian pier was well underway and scheduled for reopening in the summer.
Designed by Eugenius Birch, who also designed the West Pier, Brighton and Eastbourne Pier, Hastings pier was opened in 1872.
The original 2,000 seater pavilion was destroyed by fire in 1917. This was eventually replaced in 1922 and during the 1930s the pavilion extension buildings received an art deco facelift and a theatre rebuild.

In the 1960s and the 1970s the theatre played host to notable artists such as The Rolling Stones, The Who, Jimi Hendrix, Genesis, Tom Jones, Ten Years After, and Pink Floyd.
Most famously, Pink Floyd founder Syd Barrett played his last ever show with the band here on 20 January 1968.
In 1990 the pier suffered considerable storm damage, requiring a £1 million refurbishment. In 1996 it was put up for sale, but the future of the pier was put in grave doubt as interested buyers were reluctant to invest due to the serious amount of capital needed to improve the unstable structural supports and in 1999 the pier was closed.
The pier was eventually sold in 2000 and reopened under new ownership in 2002. However in July 2006, upon discovering that part of the pier's structure was unsafe, Hastings Borough Council promptly closed the pier to the general public.
On 5 October 2010 95% of the superstructure was destroyed by fire thought to be the work of arson attack although subsequently this was not proven.
Thanks to tireless work by The Hastings Pier & White Rock Trust combined with The Hastings Observer Save the Pier Campaign and funding from Heritage Lottery Fund, the £14 million restoration work commenced in March 2014.
Let’s hope the next 25 years proves less turbulent for Hastings Pier and it again becomes the tourist attraction that it once was - the focal point of entertainment for all ages with fisherman restored to the “End of the Pier”.

Monday, 2 February 2015

Death of the “Selfie”!

For those of you who have not encountered the term, a selfie is a self-portrait photograph, typically taken with a hand-held digital camera or camera phone. Selfies are frequently shared on social networking services such as Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.  Selfies can be taken with a camera held at arm's length, pointed at a mirror or by using a selfie stick.
But soon they will be a thing of the past!
A new craze, initiated by The Werewolf of Hampshire himself, is set to take the social media scene by storm.
It is, of course:
The Footsie!
So get your feet and cameras or phones out and start snapping those:
Let's face it a lot of peoples feet are more interesting that their faces!
Hey Ho!