Nottingham Venues 43 to 45 – Beeston Trip

When my brother purchased his house in Forest Fields in the late 90’s the Nottingham Express Transit (NET) system was still in the early planning stage. It subsequently opened in March 2004 and provided a station stop at the Forest which was five minutes’ walk away from his lodgings.

The line either traversed out one way to terminals at Phoenix Park and Hucknall, I have progressed in this direction as far as the penultimate station Butlers Hill where you can go rambling. The other way took you through the centre of the city and the Lace Market to the main train station, handy for onboard commuting.

For many years there was talk of extending the line out to the suburb of Beeston and this finally came to fruition in April 2015. It resulted in doubling the size of the network to 20 miles and 50 stations. To achieve this, the designers were rather novel and inventive by taking the line over the top instead of through the train station.

Beeston lies 3.5 miles southwest of Nottingham and the national Boots headquarters is located there and the introduction of the metro boosted the town’s status as it added to their existing train station and their hourly trains to London St Pancras.

We had always promised ourselves at trip out when the link was completed so we finally achieved that ambition by taking the 45-minute metro ride out on Friday 2nd December 2016.

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Beeston Centre Tram Stop. Image Credit britishtramsonline.co.uk

Our first port of call was the Crown Inn where an alehouse has stood on the Grade II listed site since 1830. The most recent incarnation is now owned by the Everard’s brewery so any pub that serves Everard Tiger is fine by me. Whilst playing pool we noticed the live game that night was Nottingham Forest v Newcastle, it was a dramatic match as the visitors finished with nine men and Forest recovered to grab a late winner in a 2-1 victory.

Another traditional beamed pub with fireplaces called the Hop Pole was next on the list followed by the obligatory Wetherspoons the Last Post. We had a gig lined up at the end of the evening but were intrigued to see what other musical offerings were available in the meantime.

The next pub Bottle of Slues provided the first answer. In a small thin bottle bar, there was a duo called the Sunday Blues Club playing who comprised of drums and acoustic guitar. If my memory serves me correctly, I am sure they did a very gentle cover of an AC/DC track.

In the Malt and Shovel, there was a grizzled four piece called Airborne on stage. My abiding memory is them playing a methodically slow version of the Eurythmics dark anthem ‘Sweet Dreams’.  

The unhurried style of the track brought my mind the speed settings on my record player when I was growing up. Alongside the standard 33 and 45, it had 78 to play some of my dad’s old records, but it also inexplicably had a 16 setting.

The 16rpm setting was introduced in 1953 and had a very singular market as it was available in very limited formats. The main usage was talking books and speeches and reputably the most popular was a talking bible.  The pro was the longer playing time and they were generally used as elevator music or by restaurants and the con was a poorer song quality as they were often pressed as monaural (one-track) instead of the standard stereo (two-track). The setting was phased out in the early 1970’s.

The scheduled gig was at the Greyhound on 85 High Road, the venue having a reputation as a local live music haunt. To be fair, on our visit the pub was teetering on its last legs and the final show there was a band called Smoking Gun who played there in November 2017 before the pub permanently closed. The band we saw there was the unmemorable Skeleton Crew.  

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Smoking Gun on stage in the Greyhound, possibly the final night. Image Credit tripadvisor.com

We headed off for the metro and travelled all the way back to the Forest and the night as many more before it ended in the legendary Frog and Onion hostelry in Hyson Green.

Gigs from Abroad Part 4 – Playa Blanca

Gill and I have generally been in a fortunate position to be able to scoot off on regular holidays, quite often in the sunshine. We have always tried to visit different locations however over the last few years we have taken a liking to Lanzarote and have visited there several times as it ticks many of the boxes we are looking for.

At the southernmost point on the island lies the Playa Blanca resort. My first visit there was when we were on holiday in the resort of Corralejo in 2004 on the neighbouring Canary Island Fuerteventura. There was a regular ferry between the two resorts, and it was about a 30-minute crossing. I recall the journey took place on the day that Andy Lonergan, the Preston goalkeeper performed the unusual feat of scoring from his own penalty area against Leicester.

On arrival in Playa Blanca, we inexplicably turned the wrong way away from the main resort and tried to rectify our error by a short cut through an adjoining hotel and inadvertently become stuck in an all-inclusive complex!

Playa Blanca. Image Credit Jimmy Crossthwaite

Our only other visit and currently our last trip abroad was for a week in Playa Blanca in November 2019. We were somewhat ironically staying very close to the hotel referred above. On the first night we arrived in the evening and had a sally out to a local bar which became a bit of a hub during the stay.

The Irish Anvil is located on the promenade facing the sea, virtually adjacent to the ferry point and was a multipurpose venue. It served food all day including decent breakfasts out on the veranda. It was a large pub with homely alcoves and booths and as befits its name it served a tidy cold Guinness. Whilst sampling this beverage a duo came on called Erica and Steve and the lass had a terrific voice.

I returned at lunchtime next day to watch PNE away at Charlton with a very rare opportunity of going top of the Championship with a win, and they duly obliged via a Paul Gallagher penalty, though we were only top for 24 hours before predictably petering away as the season progressed. Whilst I watched the match, I struck up conversation with a couple of chaps in the next booth from Bamber Bridge, a suburb of Preston, a small world indeed! Five days later in the same hostelry we saw a singer called Sean perform. 

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Irish Anvil pub. Image Credit trip advisor

Further down the Paseo Maritimo, was a homely little bar called the Old Mill which served some commendable craft beers. There was a little stage in the corner where we saw a geezer called Gerry Cassidy playing.      

Heading down towards the old town you chanced upon a huge bar named the Biker Beach Club. Towards the back of the bar was a plethora of pool tables and in the central area were several TV screens showing Champions league football. The front of the bar was populated with a large seating area facing a stage where we saw an act called Tiger Band play.