well fuck me sideways with a goating proddage
for a period in the 90's
thats the last millenium
you young neer do well chilluns
one of my fave pubs was the great britain hotel
the geebee to you hippies
just near east richmond station
(where trains never stop like that japonese station, but far grottier and much less zen)
it was wonderfully melby
all stickiest of carpets
dingy retro couches
brilliant tunes
and that fucking daytona racing car game
that you sat in
and shook your pissed skinny arse all over the place
and shouted
'LAST LAP'
at you in a comedic american accent at you!
(smaller fucking world)
which seemed sooo fucking technologically beyond!
there was even that dodgy 'club' bit downstairs
where you could dance to truly good tunes
and shout banalities at girls
and it was full of
utterly random alternatypes
and legendary bands
kim salmon with his platform red shoes
the man who created swamp
which begat grunge
blasting your tiny brains to pieces
for fucks fucking legendary sake!
hell they even had their own beer
called
'piss'
which was quite an accurate name
and you could get great pizzas from across the road delivered to munch down on
i once stole a bar mat in a drunken frenzy
probs lining a box somewhere dark and mouldy for the last 20 years
but we often wondered aloud
(and slurred)
who is that bloke on the sign?
the bar bird probably told us
but it never meant anything
young, stupid and pissed as we were
cut to presentish day
more than 25 years later
boning up (mmm heh heh)
on post independence india
watching all kinds of docos
and up pops the story of dr bhimao ambedkar
THAT FACE LOOKS FAMILIAR!
who played a large part in drafting the constitution of the worlds biggest democracy
patent pending
and was a dalit
and rose beyond his untouchable beginnings
to become a hugely influential man
and inspired millions of dalits to achieve success
and convert to buddhism
despite the horrors of the caste system
the man was a fucking mito
a giant of a figure
the kind that DESERVES his statue
so now i know
and now the beloved gb
is another fucking gastropub
for rich yuppie bellends
to drink their over priced beer in schooners
and congratulate themselves on their 'inner city lifestyle'
in gentrified landia
