Discussion in 'London and the South East' started by friedaweed, Sep 2, 2019.
Gannin here this week with work. Should I just stay in the Premier inn or is there life there
Burn it down
Ah, Chelmsford; city of all my early teenage transgressions. I can tell you loads of things to do but they mainly involve bus stops, vodka, shit hash and puking.
I lived in Chelmsford until I was 22. Can't recommend much, other than the museum in Oaklands Park. I spent a good part of my childhood in there staring at the bees
If you go with Badgers suggestion please spare my mum's house.
Get an Uber to Bas Vegas?
Prince of Orange?
This sounds interesting
Hmmm...it looks like all the top 'Nitespots' are closed:
The reinvention of Bas Vegas - the Essex party capital now overrun with families
Of course -it was my regular from the age of fifteen
I was once dumped by a band post-gig in Chelmsford. A kind stranger then shared his pizza with me. Another kind stranger gave me a lift to Romfort. From there I blagged a night bus to London. By the time I got there the tubes were running, so it was easy enough to get to Heathrow. I got a cheap last minute ticket to Spain but missed the flight when I fell asleep in the departure lounge. I was woken by a call from my band, asking me to get back to Chelmsford to play a gig that night. I obliged.
Throw a sickie
Bought my first round, (at age 14 - that cloudy fucking cider they had + merrydown + black ), smoked my first weed spliff in the 'garden' and developed an obsession with Hawkwind; all around 1981/82. Strangely, I also met the future Mrs FA there. Though she was the older sister of one of my schoolmates, was already a regular (at 17) and completely blanked us all. In fact, istr that we were under strict instructions not to go anywhere near her or any of her cool biker mates.
My first pint was a cider in the Woolpack.
I can smell the patchouli and damp Afghan coat from here
Have we helped yet frieda?
Well I was hoping for for some directions for a decent Ruby or a battle cruiser but then asking you lot's clearly a waste of time
Get the fuck out!
The Woolpack is still a decent pub , big real ale selection . A bit of “ an old mans pub “ but since I am an old man I fit right in , nice beer garden too .
A pub crawl down Moulsham St will take in a few ok pubs and steer you clear of problems .
A micro pub included .
Generally further away from the railway station the better it gets .
So many Curry houses it’s tough to single one out .
The Woolpack used to the hippy/biker pub of choice before the Prince of Orange. It got raided in the early eighties - if I remember correctly, the landlord got sent down as a load of acid was found behind the bar.
Sorry for the late arrival. Chelmsford is stunningly unremarkable, but it does me OK.
Do you like cricket? Essex play here, and from my limited understanding they're one of the better counties.
Basildon takes fucking ages to get to, by public transport anyway. You'd be quicker getting the quick train to London.
Top pub back in the day I got invited to a meet up with people I’d met a gig. Turned into a sunny weekend caper with stuff and camping and stuff
E2A: Old man bimbles off thread smiling
I stayed in the suitably named Boreham. I have nothing to report.
Boreham's one of those villages whose residents will go out of their way to correct anyone who says they live in Chelmsford. See also Writtle and Galleywood.
Not related to the original question, but it was good fun to see Vicky Ford MP crying on telly when the Lib Dems took the city council earlier this year:
+ Ingatestone, Mountnessing, Margaretting etc
Technically, Ingatestone and Mountnessing are in the district of Brentwood, although I doubt either of those advertise the fact. Ditto for Shenfield.
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