Thursday, March 20, 2008

Burton Joyce Day - Meal at Brinsley Lodge

I was paused in traffic this morning on the A610, behind this German lorry, after dropping Y off at the Phoenix Park tram terminal. No problem at all this morning. It has been so bad, that I think now, everyone is avoiding it. Hence no problem.

A short blog is planned because I have to pack for tomorrow's adventure and also I need a good night's sleep. It is a bad weather forecast and also the M1 is expected to be bad. We shall get there though, and enjoy the jaunt. After I picked Y up from Burton Joyce we had our evening meal at Brinsley Lodge and a far cry from a £3.50p carvery. It was good and much improved since our last visit a couple of years ago. The smoking ban has definitely improved the place. Before, the downstairs was a bar area and very smoky, which you had to traverse to reach the restaurant upstairs.

Comments.....Bungus.....Yesterdays Picture 1 was the corner of The Theatre Royal and adjoining it The Royal Centre which, as far as I remember Jill, was built in the 70s but I could be wrong.

And thanks for identifying the glass-work in Picture 2 as 'acid edged panes'. I realised they were something special, hence the snap but it is good to learn these things.

Re Garry. No, it isn't Garry Cox.

And I don't know 'asafoetida' at all. My Shorter Oxford dictionary defines it as belonging to the 'Ferula assafoetida' family. Now that sounds like something smelly on the end of your walking stick. I am assuming, perhaps wrongly, that this is where the word 'foetid' comes from?

I like your epigrammatic poem about Parmesan. You have filled a gap. I'll write to Chesterton.

Jill..... Looking forward so much to seeing you and Ro on Saturday and to the weekend in general.

n.b. If the Richmond Gate Hotel is a Wi-Fi hotspot I might post a blog over the weekend. But, if it isn't I don't plan to go searching for one. Hence there won't be a blog-post till late on Sunday, or on Monday. You could always have conversations amongst yourselves of course, as you did before. See you soon.



bungus said...

Construction of the Royal Concert Hall began in 1980 and was completed in 1982. I regard it as one of several distinguished buildings that have visually improved Nottingham.
Over 200 years ago, the Theatre Royal (on left of the pic) was envisaged by two Nottingham lace dressers, William and John Lambert, as a 'temple of drama'...a place of "innocent recreation and of moral and intellectual culture". In 1865, after six months of building and at a cost of £15,000, the new Theatre Royal was completed.
But how strange that I did not recognise it from your viewpoint, particularly when one spots the Trent University building in the background (used to be the poly, built in 1950s).

My error; the glass is ‘acid etched’, not ‘acid edged’.

It had not occurred to me that 'asafoetida' and ‘foetid’ came from the same root but it makes sense considering the old socks smell. Only a pinch is used (first thing into the hot oil) and it is considered to aid digestion. But I just like the taste.

Sandra fully accepts Reg’s historical view of The Dancing Slipper, agreeing that she must have imagined its start at the TBI. At the age of 13/14 (late 50s), she and her sister learnt to dance at the ballroom on Central Avenue (gaining their Gold and Silver Medals). She believes it may not have been called The Dancing Slipper at that time but well remembers the narrow staircase and believes that she saw Acker Bilk and Ken Collier there.
Memory tells me that the Trad Jazz age was the first half of the 50s (pre Rock and Roll). Before that, from the age of 15, I had danced to the big bands (Joe Loss, Ken Mackintosh, The Squadronnaires (with Pete Townshend’s dad on sax), Pem d’Arch, etc).

anonymousrob said...

I think it's difficult to ask questions in any language that require a simple Yes or No answer. I think whoever answers will always say more than that. In French cake shops when I ask to buy certain cakes (or 'fancies' as my mum would have called them) my request is met by a question. This is usually to do with how I would prefer the cakes to be wrapped. On one occasion, after having been asked this question and with me having a stupid look on my face, the assistant said simply, "En papier?"

I hope RG and Y have made it down the M1 safely. I'm sure they have/will as wind seems to be more of a problem today than snow.

I found several cheese poems on t'internet (copyright Peter Kay - a genius in my view) but none necessarily better than Bungus's offering. One of the poems related the smell of cheese to old socks and an unwashed part of the male anatomy.

Peter Kay is on my long list of fantasy dinner guest invitees. I love his work. My favourite piece of his is the airport baggage reclaim 'story'. I might have a look for it on YouTube. If I find it I'll e-mail the blogmeister the link. I've also been referred to a YouTube video of Eddie Izzard talking about the Starship Enterprise canteen - hilarious. I'll e that one to RG as well.

I'm pleased to read that RG has e-mailed the Chairman a draft copy of Y's skills. I'm sure he'll put them to good use.

I'm sure the Russian I posted must use the Cyrillic alphabet. I, too, like the look of it and it also resembles Greek letters to me. I've never compared the two but may do one day when there are no more photographs to take.

Have a good weekend everyone or, as they may say in Oporto, Tenha um fim de semana bom todo o mundo.


bungus said...

Thanks for pointing to the cheese poems, Rob. And I also have a lot of time for Peter Kay but had not thought of him as a poet.

The Portuguese looks more like Finnish to me!

I am requested by the blogmeister (text message) to let all commenters know that there will be no blog until Monday (presumable night) so we must chat among ourselves. I presume the laptop was verboten (or no wi-fi available).

anonymousrob said...

This is the 'Have a good weekend everyone' sentence in Finnish:
Hankkia hyvä viikonloppu jokainen

I think I worded the bit about cheese poems and Peter Kay quite badly. I meant to give PK credit for the word t'internet not for cheese poems. He may have written poetry but I've never seen any. I can't find his sketch/story about airport baggage reclaim on YouTube which surprises me.

The Stags went down at home again today and things look bleak for them now. They will need to win both of the two games in hand and that seems a tall order now.

Tonight we are going to the Lion at Basford (any chance of a link please blogmeister when you return to the fold?). Phil Tanners Blue Dogs are playing and I am hoping for some good blues music. The Lion is also holding an Easter Beer Festival but I think I'll be driving. These days, though, beer tends to force me into several night-time trips to the toilet. The Lion does Sunday lunch/afternoon jazz sessions as well as Sunday lunch.

The house is gradually getting straight but we still seem to have twice as much stuff as we have room for it.


bungus said...


I'd be surprised if Peter Kay hadn't written poetry.

The Stags seem to lose so many matches by the odd goal; matches that they could (or should) have won. They certainly need to get it right from now on.

I very much like the sound of the Lion at Basford. I can't wait to get better in order to go. I must tell my younger stepson Dan (he plays guitar for his own pleasure and loves blues (and Django).

Have you ever noticed that as soon as you learn of something new, it crops up again within days or weeks?
When I was a student I developed a ‘pilonidal sinus’ which I had never heard of but which is an abscess at the base of the spine (it is accepted that soldiers got them in the war through riding on hard seats in trucks. I hoped the eventual operation would get me out of National Service but it didn't, I am now pleased to say). Within weeks of the diagnosis, I mentioned it at college and one of my fellow students, in the same year, said “I’ve got one too.”
When my eldest stepson, Simon, a keen athlete, was 15 he developed Osgood Schlatters disese (it affects the knee and we had never heard of it). Next thing we hear is that his sprinting rival and classmate (who was on Notts County’s books and went on to play several 1st team games under Jimmy Sirrel. The next manager didn’t like him so he joined the police) had also got it.
All that leads up to the fact that until looking on the net a few days ago for ‘white pudding’ I discovered there is also ‘red pudding’ (in Scotland). I had never heard of it. This morning I switched on BBC1 and chef Simon Rimmer was eating a piece.
Does this happen to other folk too?

Simon Rimmer, incidentally, seems to have some extremely attractive recipes which he presents in a very simple straightforward way. They are on BBC Food.

anonymousrob said...

The website for The Lion at Basford is

We were slightly disappointed last night in that Phil Tanners Blue Dogs weren't playing after all, even though they were advertised. Instead the band that did perform was El Grecko and they were OK. They are more rock and roll (but not the 50s type) with a country base to it. One of the band has a very deep, gravelly voice and, I'm reliably told, sounds just like Tom Waites. I like the sound of the El Gecko singer so I must listen to some Tom Waites.

Maybe when you are allowed out again we can meet up at the Lion for a Sunday lunch jazz session? (I'm assuming, Bungus, you know that remark was meant for you as we are the only ones posting.)

My free football on the PC hasn't been working lately so I'm going to try again soon and see if I can get the ManU/Liverpool match.

I may also do some nifty googling to see if I can find any poetry by Peter Kay.


Reg said...

Bungus I have had a picture of Mansfield Tech Athletics Team of 1953 sent to me by an old school friend. Did you know any one there at that time? If so can I send you the picture? you could let me have your e- mail address via RG

Reg said...

Bungus I have had a picture of Mansfield Tech Athletics Team of 1953 sent to me by an old school friend. Did you know any one there at that time? If so can I send you the picture? you could let me have your e- mail address via RG

bungus said...

Sorry Rob, that the wrong band was playing. The idea of lunching and listening appeals but as I understand it I shall not become a social animal again until the end of November!
I never managed to get into the football on computer.

Sorry Reg, even at second thinking I believe it unlikely that I knew anyone at Mansfiled Tech in 1953 (I was just in my 20s by then and not interested in schoolboys). But I'll pass on my email address anyway via RG.