Pubcast 11: The Angel, Rotherhithe, SE1

Alex and Dave head to the South of the River for the first time since their inaugural pubcast at the Anchor. Two things to mention about this pubcast before we begin – firstly, Dave, whilst heading up to London from Redhill, displayed mental powers not dissimilar to those of a folded deckchair, when, upon getting all the way to Croydon on the train, he realised he had forgotten the tapes, the microphone and the recording camera, meaning he had to turn around and go back home to pick them up, much to Alex’s irritation. Dave also forgot his notebook, which led to much consternation as the pubcasteers tried vainly to remember the ten point manifesto.

Secondly, barely a minute into this podcast, the landlady popped upstairs and stayed for a fifteen minute chat about buffets, Christmas in Wales and running pubs, that was, in part, enlightening, yet also baffling. Much of the chat has been cut, but descriptions of buffets remain, as does Alex and Dave’s confusion about the whole affair.

The Angel itself proved to be a rather nice pub, with some splendid décor (which Dave mentions perhaps once too often), and also boasts to have served some of the more unusual historical personages – i.e. not Dickens or Johnson, Bermondsey being perhaps a shade too far for their sodden physiques to reach.

The Angel also saw another gap in the Drinking Eras filled – the gaping chasm between the lengthy reigns of Johnson and Dickens. We promise that the full Drinking Era chart will be up soon, just as soon as I find the time to do so.

Pubcast 10.5: Old Bank of England, Fleet Street, EC4

For Itunes subscribers, there is a second Barney Bonus, coming form the Old Bank of England pub on Fleet Street. The same problems with the sound are abound, but in this pubcast, number 10.5, you can clearly see what happens when the pubcasteers (and Barney) go to review a pub knowing absolutely nothing about the pub. And try to review it after one too many pints.

However, this pub, despite being fairly disappointing, even given the ridiculous ornateness , the nice story about Sweeney Todd and that it sells thick, chocolatey stout, was the pub where the pubcast photo of Alex and Dave (top right of the blog) was taken. Does it earn itself special bonus points for this? No, no it does not.

Though, to be fair, the pubcasteers were somewhat (though understandably) disenchanted with the place from the off, due to the high ratio of People Who Looked Like Lawyers to Clearly Not Lawyers present in the bar.

Pubcast 10: The George, Strand, WC2

Pubcast again finds itself in the delectable company of Barney Glaze as they head the first of two Barney Bonuses at The George on Strand. First things first, apologies for the poor sound quality – this was recorded on our back up system, which a good man from Maplin's assured us would be more than up to the task of recording voices at an acceptable volume level.

So, what of The George? For a pretty standard pub that was approached more or less on a whim, it proves to be remarkably amenable (despite losing marks for not only having Dr. Johnston drink here, but also use it as his postal address), much to the surprise of Alex and Dave. Throughout the pubcast, at times Dave pays little attention due to a game of cricket being shown on the television, and then no one pays much attention due to the discovery of one of the best pub games ever – a ring toss. After much ring toss was played it can categorically be claimed that Alex was, by far and away, the worst.

Pubcast 9: Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, Fleet Street, EC4

SPECIAL GUEST EXTRAVAGANZA!

Pubcast is joined by a special guest pubcaster, one Mr. Barnabus Glaze MA, who is a smashing gentleman. Mr. Glaze joins Alex and Dave in Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, just off Fleet Street which, according to Alex, was just around the corner from Dr. Johnson’s house (a house which has now been replaced by a sturdy, effective but deeply unhistorical wall).

Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese is the third Samuel Smith’s pub to be rated, out of only nine, which begs the question ‘do Alex and Dave like Samuel Smith’s pubs, or are they just very, very poor?’ The answer is both. Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese is also a pubcast of pubcast firsts. There is, of course, a special guest. Furthermore, each and every pubcaster actually tries the food at the same time, a hitherto unheard of feat and one that means the rating given for food is concrete, and not merely in the realms of supposition and fantasy. Thirdly, in declaring this his favourite hostelry, Alex is likely the first person since 1950 who has said the word ‘hostelry’ and meant it. And finally, it is the first time Dave has ever been given a pager. He was rather excited.

For pubcast Itunes subscribers, there is the official v9.0 release, recorded using out high-tech sound recording equipment, and there is also a longer extended v9.1 edition, recorded using our secondary device which we hoped would be awesome, but sadly wasn’t.

Next week, the special guest extravaganzas continue, with a further two pubs rated with the effulgent aid of Mr. Barnabus Glaze MA.

Pubcast 8: The Punch Tavern, Fleet Street, EC4

Pubcast heads to The Punch Tavern on Fleet Street to review the first of a spate of Fleet Street drinking establishments. Before beginning their pubcast, there were teething technical problems (no recording tape), which, after a brief discussion, led to Alex galloping up and down Fleet Street looking for a camera retail store at speeds his body is no longer willing to maintain whilst Dave sat in the pub and read the paper, occasionally checking his watch and clucking with impatience at Alex's inability to instantly acquire a Mini DV tape.

So, what of the Punch Tavern? On their website (and, indeed, on the very walls of the establishment itself) they claim all sorts of awards, from 'Best Food Pub in London', to 'Best Tenanted/Leased Pub', and even were a finalist in Stella Artois' 'Love Your Local' competition. Listen in to find out how whether this confidence is misplaced. Do they score well in Alex and Dave's almost scientifically rigorous Orwellian Pub Scoring Guide? Is splattering this self-congratulatory gusto all over the place in direct violation of point 9 of the manifesto? Did the barman really take several minutes to pour two pints? Did Alex find a tape in time? (spoiler: yes he did).