KOSTAS and the yummy world

KOSTAS and the yummy world

Going West

or "A sentimental Journey back to Bristol"    

(Mar.2020)

Note: follow this link to see more pictures of Bristol, which I took in March 2020 and could not fit into this page.

As this is a "sentimental" journey I describe mainly the greater Clifton area and not much of Downtown area. 

A Clifton walk (red loop).

a (sentimental) prologue

With John Cabot outside Arnolfini Art Center (Narrow Quay).

I spent some wonderful years in Bristol as a student, back in the early 90s.  Nice rainy weather, parties, outdoor activities (always with a mackintosh on, of course) lots of travelling around the west country and of course lots of food... wait a moment, Food?  English food?    

Yes love, my favorite food: meat pies, apple pies, fish and chips, scones with double clotted cream, full English breakfast (perfect for lunch), Sunday roast (of course with Yorkshire pudding), bangers and mash, curry and of course English sandwiches (or "how to turn something simple into an art")…. Stereotypes? Yes, sure but so tasty and exotic stereotypes!  

The UK is not just another European Country, it is a "continent" by itself.  An exotic, mysterious, beautiful and full of surprises island (ok not really only one, but several islands).  

And above all the West Country: the beauty of my university years!

Me at Hannover Quay, an area regenerated very recently. The old docks have been transformed into expensive residential buildings and shops.

Since then, I haven’t been really back (just for a couple of short visits, mainly to see friends and have a pint over juicy gossiping), so this year (2017) I decided to return as a middle-aged man and see how my beloved city has changed over the last 20 years.  You see I had just turned 50!

The first thing that really stroked me is that the city seemed to me very familiar but very different at the same time!   Everything changed by remaining exactly the same.  That reminded me of the lyrics of a popular greek song: "όλα τριγύρω αλλάζουνε και όλα τα ίδια μένουν"...which means "everything changes around me but everything stays the same".  The most worrying of all though, was that I had forgotten basic things like streets and names, basic landmarks and attractions…. aging is ruthless!

Note: I visited the city again in February 2020 for ten days and thus I had the opportunity to see more of it. This time the city felt much more intimate than ever.

Cascade Steps (outside the Watershed) and SACO apartments in the background (on the right of the tall glass building).

I decided to stay downtown (at SACO Apartments - Broad Quay) just opposite the Watershed (my basic point of reference in the early 90s), which brought me nice memories of extremely milky cappuccinos with cocoa power (who on earth drinks cappuccino with cocoa powder on the top?) and European film screenings (I have seen so many boring films that period at the Watershed!).

The weather was unexpectedly chilly, and I was not really prepared for that: strong winds and icy rain.  I put on lots of layers of clothes and rushed into the streets ready to absorb as much as possible of the Bristol atmosphere.   

 

My trip was a ten-day trip, but it was not a tourist trip, it was a memories trip.  A trip dedicated to the "first half of my life" ... so getting some extra pounds on (I mean weight pounds of course) was part of the agenda.  

Watershed and SACO Apartments on the map.

First stop: the Watershed

Watershed opened in June 1982 as the United Kingdom's first dedicated media centre. Based in former warehouses on the harbourside at Bristol, it hosts three cinemas, a café/bar, events/conferencing spaces, the Pervasive Media Studio, and office spaces for administrative and creative staff.

The cappuccino is still the same … hot milk with a bit of a coffee taste, weak foam (the kind of coffee you give back to the waiter and never return to that place again if  you are in Athens) and that lovely touch of cocoa powder on the top. 

Next door to Watershed (under the same roof actually) is the Tourist Information Centre.  I bought some souvenirs and post cards to send to friends (are there still people out there expecting a post card?!) and off we go.

www.watershed.co.uk

The Watershed (blue lights building on the right).

Back in my student years Watershed (together with Arnolfini Art Center, just across the water on Narrow Quay) was the only redeveloped building in the area.  Today all warehouses (sheds) on the Waterfront and Bordeaux Quay have been transformed into modern bars and restaurants.  Besides that, all the area behind these buildings recreated to an entirely  new neighborhood spread around Millenium Square.  The Bristol Aquarium opened ten years ago behind Watershed, making the area very popular to families.

Reflections on "We The Curious 3D Planetarium" on Millenium Square. A snowing day.

Bristol Cathedral behind a redeveloped old barbor building next to Millenium Square.

Banksy - a Bristol legend

Banksy's "well hung lover" (aka "Naked Man") is painted at a wall of a building on Frogmore St.

My real objective was to visit Clifton and Clifton Village. On my way  there, at the beginning of Park street (just opposite the iconic Bristol City Council building) I took a picture of Banksy's "Well Hung Lover" (2006)... a bit faded and targeted with blue paint.... but still impressive.

Banksy is an anonymous England-based graffiti artist, political activist and film director of unverified identity. His satirical street art and subversive epigrams combine dark humor with graffiti executed in a distinctive stenciling technique. Banksy's works of political and social commentary have been featured on streets, walls, and bridges of cities throughout the world. Banksy's work grew out of the Bristol underground scene, which involved collaborations between artists and musicians. Banksy says that he was inspired by 3D, a graffiti artist who later became a founding member of the English musical group Massive Attack.

Naked Man image by Banksy, on the wall of a sexual health clinic in Park Street, Bristol. Following popular support, the City Council has decided it will be allowed to remain.

Light projection on the same wall during the February 2020 "Bristol Light Festival".

I left behind the "Naked Man" and College Green, a huge open space dominated by Bristol Cathedral and the City Council building and continued uphill on Park Street till Wills Memorial Building Tower (the main-ceremonial University building) and the Bristol Museum & Art Gallery.

College Green seen from Cabot Tower. The City Council building seen in the foreground and Bristol Cathedral on the right.

Bristol Cathedral on College Green.

The Bristol City Council building.

College Green. Park Street going uphill to Clifton.

Wills Memorial Building Tower at the top of Park street.

Brandon Hill

Just before arriving at Wills Memorial Building Tower, I turned left at Charlotte Street (there is a sign) for a visit to Brandon Hill. Brandon Hill is a beautiful hilly park, a popular picnic spot with nature reserve. The Hill has a small cascade and ponds and is popular as a Tai Chi practice spot.

The University of Bristol seen from Cabot Tower.

The hill is best known, though, because of the Cabot Tower located at its highest point. The 32m high tower was constructed in the 1890s in memory of John Cabot, 400 years after he set sail in "Matthew" from Bristol and landed in what was later to become Canada. The tower is built from red sandstone with cream Bath Stone for ornamentation and emphasis. It consists of a spiral staircase and two viewing platforms where balconies with wrought iron railings overlook the city, the higher of which is approximately 102 m above sea level. The views from up here are the best one can has of Bristol. Be aware of the staircase because it is steep, narrow and dark. Consider using the torchlight of your mobile phone.

Cabot Tower.

Wills Memorial Building

Back to Park street and the impressive Wills Memorial Building with its 68m high tower. The building which, officially opened in 1925 by King George V and Queen Mary, houses the University’s School of Law and the School of Earth Sciences, in addition to hosting graduation ceremonies twice a year and a whole host of public events.  Next door stands the Bristol Museum.

Bristol Museum & Art Gallery

Bristol Museum & Art Gallery tells the story of our world in every display, from the beginning of time to the present day. 19 galleries over 3 floors reveal fascinating cultures, ancient civilizations, human invention and creativity, as well as showcasing our beautiful and fragile natural world. All these are displayed inside a beautiful Edwardian building at the top of Park Street. The Museum also has dynamic exhibitions and events programme throughout the year and a shop and a café located in a huge space in the ground floor. As part of Bristol Culture, the museum has no entrance fee.

The entrance hall of Bristol Museum.

The cafe of Bristol Museum.

A gipsy cart of the early 20th century.

In the summer of 2009 Bristol Museum & Art Gallery was taken over by an extraordinary exhibition of works by the infamous Bristol artist Banksy called “Banksy versus Bristol Museum”.

The exhibition was held secret till its opening. Very few people knew of it and overnight the museum was transformed into a menagerie of Unnatural History – fishfingers swimming in a gold-fish bowl, hot-dogs and chicken nuggets. Paintings were placed in amongst the historic collections of Old Masters, sculptures and other pieces dotted around throughout the museum displays. The main entrance was transformed into a sculpture hall, accompanied by a burnt-out ice-cream van that pumped out an eerie soundtrack of warped tunes, whilst a giant ice-cream melted on its roof.

Before long, people queued around the block to get into the exhibition, some as long as seven hours just to be part of this unique phenomenon. Over 100 works by the artist – most of which had not been shown before – were displayed.

Banksy's "Paint Pot Angel".

Banksy left one sculpture behind, the most famous of all: the sculpture of an angel, which stands in the Museum’s sculpture hall, over whose head Banksy had dumped a can of pink paint, leaving the can in place. This became known as "Paint Pot Angel". In fact, the piece became so iconic that the Museum has left it untouched at a prominent position as part of the permanent museum exhibits.

I left the museum and continued on Queens Road, passed in front of Victoria Rooms and followed all the curved road till Victoria Square.

Victoria Rooms located at wedge shaped by Queens Road and Whiteladies Road.

Some emotional info about my University years

115, Queen's Road student dormitory

Here in Queens Road, at No 115, stands the building which was my dormitory during the first year at the University. The building is located just next to the University Students Union building.

My room was on the 4th floor overlooking the Students’ Union Building.   Four floors all together...one Greek student on every floor.  This was a "third world dormitory" for students from Asia, Africa and Greece.  The western Europeans were staying in posh places... for the same price of course!  

There was only one telephone set on the ground floor of the building.  So, when you had a telephone call someone was shouting your name and you had to fly four floors down ... no elevator!  

Making a phone call though, was more fun and certainly very cheap by using the payphone at the Triangle. 

I do not know who started this trick first, but that particular payphone was an adorable payphone: instead of 20-pence coins we used 5-drachma coins to make phone calls.  You see the silly phone could not tell the difference! (†)  I used to carry tons and tons of 5-drachma coins in my suitcase every time I was coming back from Greece.  There was not a single 5-drachma coin left in a radius of 5 km from my house in my hometown! 

While living here I did most of my house shopping  at a small convenience store at the corner of Queens and Clifton Road.  It was (and still is) called the "Ten O'Clock Shop".

(†) 20 pence  130 drachmas in the 90s

Bristo SU/115 Queen's Road/10 O'clock shop/9, Dover Place

The "10 o'clock Shop" just some yards down Queens Rd (at the corner with Clifton Rd), where I used to pop-in for potato chips (the necessary side dish for my cucumber sandwiches), milk, sliced bread and bananas!

The lobby of the Students' Union (SU) Building (left). Gromit - a honored Bristolian ("Wallace and Gromit animation comedy series and films") posing all over the city.... here in the SU building (right).

Dover Place.  On the 1st floor of No 9, I lived with Maria for one year.  840 quids per month.

The second year of my studies I moved one block further down at 9 Dover Place. That was nice two bedroom apartment with a view of Cabot Tower. I shared that apartment with my very good friend Maria (now a high school computer science teacher in Aspropyrgos near Athens).

What I remember more of that apartment is our furniture which did not match: an armchair with yellow and brown stripes, which was given by a cypriot friend who decided to move on with his life, a dark brown bookcase we bought (the only piece of furniture we ever bought) from Habitat at Queens's Ave just oposite Barclays, a crystal dinning table we got from a friend's mom, who moved to Spain to retire under the mediteranean sun, some chairs, all different to each other, which we got from places all over the city, a grey sofa bed we were given by my friend Marty, etc.  The big window blinds were given to us by Mr Chad, the indian landlord, the hot-cold water mixer in the bathroom was given to us by our friend Sifis, who lived in London those days (now a physics university professor in Heraklion, Crete). 

Clifton Village

I left Queens Road behind and crossed diagonally Victoria Square. I walked under the archway to find myself in Clifton Village, the most beautiful neighborhood of Bristol.

The area really feels like a village with two-story multicol houses, old-fashioned shops and cute little cafes.  One should give himself a couple of hours to wonder around the narrow streets and do some window shopping, before head towards Bristol's landmark, the Clifton Suspension Bridge.

Clifton Village.

Clifton Village.

Primrose cafe

But, before scrolling around the Clifton Village alleys, I recommend you visit "Primrose cafe" for some yummy breakfast, brunch, meal or just a moist cake. This two-story old-fashioned café at 1, Boyce's Ave (just after the archway I mentioned earlier) is one of my favorite spots in Clifton Village.

Clifton Village.  Primrose cafe and Bar Chocolat

Clifton Village. Boyce's Ave and Primrose cafe.

I love this place because it is soooo English and full of old fashioned "English ladies" (or at least the idea we have about "Englishness", us foreigners). I used to go there to have a coffee and watch the locals or to read a book.... no wi-fi those days, no smartphones...no people lost in their texting and social networking. 

Among nice ladies at the Primrose Cafe

When it comes to food, I always have the "FULL MONTY" (this is how they call the big English breakfast): 2 poached eggs, 2 rashers bacon, 2 sausages, 2 portobello mushrooms, baked beans, grilled tomato, hash brown & sourdough toast. After that, a pot of Earl grey and a piece of the homemade cakes completes your satisfaction of a day!

Primrose cafe is located next to "Clifton Arcade", a two-story arcade with small shops.

At the Primrose cafe.

The "Clifton Arcade", just next door of "Primrose Cafe"

Avon Gorge Hotel

Then I walked towards The Mall, which is the center of Clifton Village, I popped into several shops in Princess Victoria street on my way to the pub of Avon Gorge by Hotel du Vin (on Sion Hill) for a drink. This hotel is built on the Clifton Gorge and has the most spectacular views of the gorge and the Clifton Suspension Bridge. If the weather is good you can sit outside at the open terrace.

Me at the pub of Avon Gorge Hotel.

Bar Chocolat

Me in Bar Chocolat.

Alternatively, if one craves for a cake then in the center of Clifton Village, on The Mall, Bar Chocolat has a good collection of desserts. It is a family run neighborhood coffee house, which specializes in artisan chocolate, gourmet coffee and teas. They have a variety of light breakfast and lunch choices, but it is their sweet treats that attract people here: freshly baked pastries, locally produced cakes and a good selection of handmade chocolates. 

Bar Chocolat in Clifton Village.

The Clifton Suspension Bridge

Me at the Clifton Suspension Bridge.

I left the Avon Gorge Hotel, passed in front of the neglected (unfortunately) old Clifton Rocks Railway upper entrance ‘et voila’:  Brunel's masterpiece.  The Clifton Suspension Bridge opened in 1864. 

The Bridge is infamous for people jumping from it (quite some distance) down to the Avon river.... not that easy to do today with all the wire they put on both sides of the bridge.  The barriers put on in 1998 and since then the number of deaths (by jumping from the bridge) halved! 

If you are lucky, and the weather is nice and clear admire the Avon Gorge from the bridge deck or better climb up to the Clifton Observatory Hill and seat at one of the benches and admire the 360o view.  This iconic landmark of Bristol established in 1766.  In the observatory there is established a camera obscura and in a clear day you can see the all area thru it.

From the observatory, stairs (130 steps) dug into the rock take visitors to Ghyston's Cave, aka Giants Cave or Foxhole, a natural cave in the limestone face of St Vincent's Rocks in the Avon Gorge.

When you feel tired walking and climbing around stop for a drink at the "360 Glass Cafe" located in the Observatory itself.

www.cliftonbridge.org.uk

Avon Gorge and Clifton Observatory Hill. The yellow railings on St Vincent's Rocks (just under the observatory tower) is the Ghyston's Cave.

The Clifton Suspension Bridge.

The two sides of Clifton Suspension Bridge.

The bridge seen from Clifton Observatory Hill.

The Observation Hill (top left). The Bridge seen from Hotwell Road (top right). Hotwells and Clifton seen from Avon locks (bottom).

Mark Olson did not write "Clifton Bridge" for this Bridge, but always thought the lyrics are a perfect match for this bridge... my bridge!

Daylight, comes a sound
We walked across Clifton Bridge
Which way would it be, up or down?
We laid our cards on the table

I woke up before the sun
Which way is the way
Between the heart and the soul
You spoke with my words tangled up inside

Some people come here to die
We came here to live
There's a hope in our hearts
There's a future in our souls

We both have tragedy
In our youth I met your brother and sister
They stood by me in the ring
Your green eyes in the sun

Some people come here to die
We came here to live
There's a hope in our hearts
There's a future in our souls

Some people came here to die
We came here to live
There's a hope in our hearts
There's a future in our souls
There's a future in our souls
There's a future in our souls

Daylight, comes a sound
We walked across Clifton Bridge
Which way would be, up or down?

Mark Olson singing Clifton Bridge

Bristol Zoo Gardens & Clifton Downs

Weather permitting, the walk around Clifton would not be complete without visiting the beautiful parks in the area, namely Clifton Downs and Durdham Downs.

Leave the suspension bridge behind and take Clifton Down road around the Observatory Hill towards the Bristol Zoo Gardens. Opened in 1836, Bristol Zoo is the world's oldest provincial zoo. It is a Victorian walled zoo located between Clifton Downs and Clifton College. It covers a small area by modern standards, but with a considerable number of species. The zoo has a nice shop.

Clifton Downs.

Clifton College.

Back-to-back with the zoo stands the Clifton College, established in 1862. Walk till the Durdham Downs, where Clifton Down road meets Whiteladies Road. The neighborhood inside the curve formed by these two roads resembles a village: 1-2 story multicolored houses and cobbled streets makes you wonder if you are in a city or a village faraway.

The neighborhood inside the curve formed by Clifton Down Rd & Whiteladies Rd resembles a village: 1-2 story multicolored houses and cobbled streets makes you wonder if you are in a city or a village faraway.

Whiteladies Road

Whiteladies Road is a beautiful old road that goes downhill from Durdham Downs to Victoria Rooms and the top of Park Street. There are upscale shops here and beautiful cafés. The BBC campus (Broadcasting House Bristol-1934), the Clifton Down railway station (1874) and the Whiteladies Picture House (1921) are some of the landmarks of the street.

The upper part of the road is commonly known as Blackboy Hill, named after the Black Boy Inn, which stood on the hill until 1874. "Black Boy" was a common name for pubs after the Restoration. Charles II was commonly known as "the black boy" due to his black hair and the pub sign on Blackboy Hill had a portrait of Charles II on it. The origin of the name of Whiteladies Road appears to be a pub, known as the White Ladies Inn, shown on maps in 1746 and 1804. There is a popular belief in Bristol that the naming of both Whiteladies Road and Blackboy Hill had connections with the slave trade, but this is probably an urban myth. Both names appear to be derived from pubs. A map of 1826 shows a house called White Ladies, and the road at least as far as Whiteladies Gate (near the present site of Clifton Down station) had been given its name by that time.

Whiteladies Road.

The Pieminister

Pieminister at Broad Quay

The walk around Clifton is a loop that finishes where it started in “The Centre Bristol” square and the Waterfront. It takes several hours to be completed; thus, one needs a good dinner after all these.

 

On our way to the Apartment we noticed a rather dark restaurant just next door. A place with dim lights and dark painted walls:  "Pieminister".  What on Earth is this Pieminister, I wondered?   I approached the window and without any hesitation I said "dinner time"!

Pieminister did not exist in my old days.  It opened just in 2003.  It is a Bristol based company, which has already 3 restaurants in Bristol and half a dozen more in other cities.  They also sell their pies to many pubs around the country.

They serve British pies .... not a huge variety but very tasty at a very tasty price too!  Meat pies, chicken pies, kidney pies, mushroom pies... yummy yummy!

That evening I tried the "Moo & Blue" (beef and Stilton cheese), the "Free Ranger" (chicken, leek & thyme) and the tastier of all the "Moo" (British beef steak and craft ale).  

I could die that evening and go to paradise all happy and content.  Besides, I already had a very fulfilling life.  I was happy and I had lots to narrate to Saint Peter about my adventures in faraway countries!

The following days we visited the restaurant (as well as the other restaurant at 24 Stokes Croft, St Paul's) several times for a quickie (quickie means at least two pies each).

http://www.pieminister.co.uk/ 

  • the view from Pieminister towards College Green

  • posing in the Pieminister toilet....

  • mash potatoes or vegetables … and thick gravy of course

  • mash potatoes or vegetables … and thick gravy of course

  • Me again!

British Pie Week - The week the hamble pie becomes a King

British Pie Week

British Pie Week is held the first full week of March, which this year was 6th-12th March 2017.

Originally, set up by a pastry maker as a way to sell more of their pastry, it is now Britain’s main celebration of pie!  Pubs, restaurants, pie shops and more have used British Pie Week to run com-pie-titions, pie specials and more, while supermarkets sometimes use the week to discount their pie ranges. The British Pie Awards have even moved their awards to this week, to coincide with British Pie Week.

However, it’s also an excuse for pie lovers to do various pie stunts (like  eating only pies for the whole week) and for the average pie fan to excuse their pie eating for a week! (“Well it’s Pie Week, so I have to have a pie!!!”)

So what we do during that week? Well, the pies are the limit!  The more traditional ways include eating a pie from a pie shop or pub, or making your own pie at home.  The more adventurous might host friends for a “pie night” or do some crazy pie stunt or create an unusual filling for a pie or go for pub hoping to eat pies and have a warm ale. 

Pieminister pie week poster, I found in the toilet!

Catch 22

Fish and chips at Catch 22

Catch-22: 

1. a frustrating situation in which one is trapped by contradictory regulations or conditions.

2. any illogical or paradoxical problem or situation; dilemma.

3. a condition, regulation, etc., preventing the resolution of a problem or situation; catch

[from a military regulation in a novel of the same name (1961) by U.S. novelist Joseph Heller] 

 

Catch22:

the 5-star fish & chip quality awarded by 'The National Federation of Fish Friers' restaurant in Bristol! (*)

When I was a kid I had heard that in those far away wet islands they eat "fish and chips" which are served into funnels made of paper!  In my English school it seems that everyone knew what fish and chips is.  I was too proud to ask because I did not want everyone to understand that I do not know what fish and chips looks like!   

There was no Google, no Wikipedia those days, so I could not figure out what kind of fish one eats with his fingers?  So, I believed it is small fritted fish like "γαύρος" (anchovy) or "μαρίδα" (smelt). 

That was the picture I had in my mind for years.

I saw the real thing in a pub in London, many years later.  It did not appeal to me at all.  You see, back home, we have a very different idea of what a fish is and how it is cooked or grilled or fried.... besides I was not that fond of fish, anyway!

It took me some time to taste that divine dish...and the moment I did, I dreamed of open seas and beautiful fishing villages, of multicolored boats bringing delicious fish (still alive) into the ports, of fishermen in tarpaulins unload them into big wooden crates…

Fish and Chips: tasty and cheap, easy to find everywhere.... but for the real taste you have to visit Catch22, the new tasty addition in Bristol's culinary scene.

(*) 'The National Federation of Fish Friers"?  What on Earth, they must be crazy in this country!

Lemon and herb grilled Haddock with chips and a cold Bath Ales Gem

Revolution Bar

Yes! It's me again!  How unusual!

I have to admit that, eventhough I lived in England for years, I had no idea what a "hen party" is!  I had to visit "Revolution Bar" in Bristol and see at least 3 different Hen parties taken place: all silly dressed young ladies, with multicolored ribbons worn across their chests, drinking and laughing unceasingly!  Why?  Because one of them (or more) is getting married.  Holly crap! 

It is a bachelorette party you moron... an American friend (who has an English lover...how else he would know that!?) told me.

The Revolution Bar at Old Fish Market: the Makers of the Party Spirit since 1996.  A huge place with top ceilings (revealing its past as a warehouse), multicolored decor (a bit of 60s all-pastel colors) and full of cheering youngsters, rainbows, smiles, and butterfly kisses.

I have to admit me and my friends were the only persons not in their 20s or early 30s in there ... a bit frustrating ... but who cares: life starts at 50 (bullocks!)

Besides drinking our vodka cocktails (you have to try the Unicorn Frappé) I stack to (what else?) traditional fish and chips (perfectly battered fish, fat chips, mushy peas and tartare sauce right by the seaside), while the others devoured alluring pizzas.

the Revolution bar

  • perfectly battered fish, fat chips, mushy peas and tartare sauce right by the seaside

  • Inside the Revolution Bar

Two of my favorite music venues of my old days still running at the same place.

Thekla on the right and the Bear on the left.

"Grim Reaper" by Banksy, now on display at the M Shed. Museum

THEKLA

Thekla is a cargo ship which houses a music venue of the same name, moored in the Mud Dock area of Bristol's Floating Harbour, England. Originally brought to Bristol as the Old Profanity Showboat, it was a late 1982 brainchild of novelist Ki Longfellow-Stanshall, the wife of Vivian Stanshall. The showboat was based on the idea of creating and running a theatre on a sea-going ship and using it to showcase music of every sort, including cabaret, comedy, plays, musicals, and poetry events. The ship also contained an art gallery.

During the 1990s, under new management, it was run as an underground nightclub under its original working name of Thekla. Thekla became a cornerstone of Bristol's drum & bass music scene. I used to visit Thekla often during my days in Bristol almost as often I used to visit “The Bear” in Hotwells.   

Over these years some of Bristol's best known artists (including Massive Attack, Portishead and Roni Size) began by playing in Thekla's hull.

Work by the artist Banksy can be seen stencilled over the bulkheads inside the club as well as his much larger work on the outside of the hull at the waterline. This piece was painted over by the harbour master, much to the annoyance of the club's owners, who threatened the council and harbour master with legal action. Banksy returned to paint it again. The painting of the "Grim Reaper" is now on display at the M Shed.

THEKLA Revisited (nov.2017)

Music fans have united in an outpouring of public support after the shock news that a new housing development across the water from the Thekla might put the future of the much-loved venue in serious jeopardy. Venue bosses are concerned that residents in the future Redcliffe Wharf development could force the boat to shut due to noise concerns.  Losing the Thekla would have a disastrous impact on the Bristol music scene as the venue is recognised as a standout by touring bands and a launchpad for local names such as Idles and Lice in recent years.

The Bear in Hotwells

THE BE-BOB CLUB (at The Bear in Hotwells).

The Be-Bop Club, Bristol’s longest running modern jazz club, was founded in about 1989 and presents live jazz on Friday nights from September to June with a summer break through July & August. 

The club is based in the function room of The Bear on Hotwell Rd, and gigs are presented in mini-concert style with minimal talking during performances.

Certainly, Friday nights were Jazz nights those early 90s years.  Smoke, beer and getting wet by the musicians “fluids” when sat in the front row was in every Friday's agenda.  

Epilogue

Thank you Marty and Martin for the nice time.

I'll be BACK!