The Admiral Nelson, Southend, Essex   Leave a comment


Pub #2125:

Still more than a week behind on these write-ups, this visit to the Admiral Nelson could be subtitled, “The Saddest Stag Do, Ever.”

I was jogging along the nippy coastline looking for a better pub than the Borough and spotted three beardy types talking to a couple of bikers (Triumphs, not Pashley) who were riding off as I retrieved my camera.  A biker bar would do, nicely.



I got into the abandoned house only to realise the fellows out front were beardy because they are hipsters.  I actually heard one of them shriek with glee as they dodged traffic to get to the Crazy Golf putting range across the road.  I’m assuming one was the Groom, the other the Best Man, and the third is there as the Groom’s only other friend.

Whatever happened to doing acid a couple of hours before the strippers arrive?  This truly is the end of days.

If the pub looks bleak, we’ll go with that.




Posted May 8, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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