The Castle, Brentwood

Hi Kiwi,& the Beast.I remember you. I'm not sure you can ever recreate the high points of the past and this pub in the 80s is a hard act to follow. I remember Saturday nights when the crowd was a tightly packed sea of black leather: bikers, punks and goths, with kick-ass rock & punk music at 200 decibels. The dilated pupils of Wardrobe, the self-mutilation of Dave Apps, the throbbing chaos of Beat of the Beast, the smell of petrol after someone (Jim?) rode their motorbike through the crowded pub. It was mad, bad and dangerous to know, especially thanks to landlord Crispin, who knew how to run a pub. Now it's just a saddo watering hole for watching sport on TV.

19 Jul 2005 19:54