Pride in The Pride

When I found myself back in the East End there was only one thought in my mind when it was time for refreshment.

They didn't pass that time

One of my friends mentioned a 'Spoons but I was having none of it: "Let's go to The Pride" I said. And so we did.

I used to drink in The Pride often but I don't get up that way much nowadays.  The call of the ESB was strong but a rare outbreak of being sensible struck and I stuck to the pride. Lovely it was too. Not in the sense of making me want to shout "awesome" or even talk about the beer. It was just something good to drink whilst I chatted to my friends.

The Pride is a proper boozer, and though there were heathens at one table knocking back the Stella there were plenty drinking in the ways of righteousness. Pubs, and cask beer, may be in decline but the decline is far from terminal and in some places both look to be in positively good health.

The special feature is still there too