THE BRICKLAYERS ARMS




ALPINE RATING: 7 OUT OF 10




31 GREESE STREET, FITZROVIA, LONDON, W1T 1QS.
TOTTENHAM COURT, GOODGE STREET TUBE.




"OH YAY, OH YAY! ALL THEE LISTEN TO THOU! YE OLDE BRICKLAYERS ARMS WILL BE SERVING TADDY. THEE MAY PLAY DARTS FOR GUILTY PLEASURES IN THIS OLD ALE HOUSE! OH YAY, OH YAY"
SOME BIG BLOKE IN A BEARD, BUCKLE SHOES AND A BEEF EATER LOOKING TUNIC WAS RINGING A F**KING BELL OUTSIDE THE PUB! I GOT TINNITUS WHILST DRINKING TADDY. CAN'T HE MOVE DOWN TO FLEET STREET NEAR THE CITTIE OF YORKE, OUTSIDE A BARBER SHOP WHERE SOME SICKO PUT'S PEOPLES REMAINS IN PIES AND RING HIS SODDING BELL THERE?!
NO, NONE OF THAT REALLY HAPPENED. BUT OUTSIDE THE 'BRICKLAYERS ARMS' YOU COULD IMAGINE SOMEONE RINGING A BELL. HORSE S**T ALL OVER THE STREET, A MONACH DYING OF THE CLAP. WHY? BECAUSE THIS PUB LOOKS OLD. AND I MEAN OLD.
LOOK AT THE PICTURE.



HOW DO I DESCRIBE THIS PLACE. IT'S EVEN STRANGER INSIDE. IT LOOKS SMALL. BUT IT'S A STRANGE MAZE OF ROOMS.

THERE SEEMS TO BE A BACK ROOM DEDICATED TO DARTS. I SAW TOO RATHER ODD LOOKING CHAPS HAVING A GAME AS I NOSED AROUND. ONE OF THE DARTS PLAYERS LOOKED LIKE COMIC BOOK MAN IN THE SIMPSONS. LONG HAIR, BEARD. I WAS NEARLY HIT THE HEAD BY A STRAY DART... NO I WASN'T REALLY, NEVER LET THE TRUTH GET IN THE WAY OF A GOOD YARN.
THE  UPSTAIRS IS RATHER FAB, BUT HIDDEN AWAY. I ONLY FOUND OUT ABOUT IT FROM READING A REVIEW OF THIS PLACE OF YELP! I LIKE THE FACT IT HAS WALLPAPER. FOR THAT IT GETS 'OLD SCHOOL BOOZER' KUDOS.



THIS PLACE SCORES AN EXTRA POINT AS IT HAS BEER MATS! I LOVE PUBS WITH BEER MATS! NOT ALL OF UNCLE SAMS HOUSES USE THEM. ORDNANCE, THE ROBERT BROWNING AND THE DUKE OF ARGYLE USE THEM! SO PROPS TO THEM! THERE ARE STRANGE PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE GLOBE WHO ACTUALLY COLLECT MATS AS A HOBBY! HORSES FOR COURSES. A PROPER PUB SHOULD USE BEER MATS. 
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THE SIGN OUTSIDE IS PRETTY KICK ASS. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT! JUST LOOK AT HIM (PHOTO ABOVE).. LOOKS LIKE THIRSTY WORK. THE CHAP IN THE PICTURE REMINDS ME OF DAVE SPIKEY FROM BULLSEYE. I SUPPOSE THE NAME MUST HAVE SOME SORT OF RELEVANCE TO PUBS. MANY MOONS AGO, A BRICKLAYER WAS PROBABLY QUITE A NOBLE PROFESSION. BEFORE IT WAS CAREER CHOICE FOR WHITE RACIST MEN FROM THE EAST END OF LONDON.  YOU KNOW THE TYPE, FARTS LOUDLY, SHOUTS AT WOMEN IN THE STREET WHILST HANGING OFF SCAFFOLDING. LIKES MILLWALL FC. 
 NOTHING LIKE A CRASS GENERALISATION TO SPICE UP A REVIEW.
 BUT THE MODERN BRICKIE IS NOT IMMUNE FROM 'THE MAN IN THE BOX'. MY SHARP WITT CUTTING LIKE A BARBERS RAZOR. OUR MAN IN THE PUB SIGN LOOKS VICTORIAN AND IN THOSE DAYS HE HAD NONE OF THE LUXURY'S THE MODERN BRICKIE USES TO PLY HIS TRADE. NOPE. AT THE END OF HIS WORKING DAY HE WAS TIRED, SWEATY AND IN NEED OF A LIBATION. HE WOULD HEAD OVER TO THE ALE HOUSE. MIND YOU, THE VICTORIANS WOULD BATH WEEKLY, SO OUR BRICKLAYER FRIEND WOULD MOST LIKELY STINK TO HIGH HEAVEN. ALE HOUSES MUST HAVE BEEN QUITE SMELLY BACK THEN. I MEAN, THINK ABOUT IT.. THERE WAS NO LINX TO MASK OUR BRICKLAYER FRIENDS 'MANLY AROMA'. WHAT WOULD LINX FRAGRANCES HAVE BEEN CALLED BACK THEN I DREAD TO THINK! 'CRICKET MUSK', 'HARSH COALTAR' OR 'YE OLDE NAVY'. THE MIND BOGGLES!
THERE WAS NO LAGER BACK THEN EITHER. IT WAS ALE AND ROUGH GIN.
SO THANK GOD FOR SOAP. THANK GOD FOR DAILY BATHS. THANK GOD FOR LAGER. THANK GOD FOR BRICKLAYERS. FOR WITHOUT THEM WE WOULD BE LIVING IN STRAW HUTS.





IN SUMMERY, THIS PUB IS OK. IT HAS HANGING FLOWER BASKETS OUTSIDE. A SET OF TABLE AND CHAIRS SHOULD YOU WISH INHALE EXHAUST FUMES FROM PASSING MOTORBIKES. IT TICKS ALL THE RIGHT BOXES. IT IS A STONES THROW FROM THE FITZROY TAVERN (SO THINK UGLY SISTER SYNDROME)..
THE SERVICE COULD OF BEEN SLIGHTLY FRIENDLIER BUT WAS SUFFICIENT ENOUGH FOR ME. THE CROWD IN HERE SEEMED QUITE INTELLECTUAL COMPARED TO THE 'TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL' CROWD AT THE FITZROY TAVERN.
I LIKE THIS PLACE AND I WILL RETURN AT SOME POINT FOR A GAME OF DARTS.
THE TADDY WAS IN EXCELLENT CONDITION. IT HAS A STRANGE LAYOUT, BUT THAT MAKES IT INTERESTING.
THE BRICKLAYERS ARMS DOES FOR UNCLE SAM FANS WHAT 'TOMBRAIDER' THE MOVIE DOES FOR VIDEO GAME CONNOIRSSEURS.

BELOW IS A PICTURE OF SOME THIRSTY VICTORIANS HEADING TO THE BRICKLAYERS.. 
I DIDN'T PHOTOGRAPH THIS ON THE WALL OF THE ROYAL FREE HOSPITAL. HONEST.



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