MONDAY EVENING IN Catford and the A-board outside the Blythe Hill Tavern is advertising a quiz night. It’s my favourite pub in London so it’s no effort to go in and record the proceedings.
I’d been meaning to make a quiz night recording for some time, and I’m happy enough with how it turned out. As usual, luck played a role in that the only seat going was in a reasonable spot sound-wise.
All the friendliest, least pretentious and cosiest pubs in south London seem to have Irish landlords. So does the Blythe Hill Tavern, and the bar staff all wear shirt and tie. It’s like having Dr Feelgood get the drinks in.