Rock It

There's little wonder why I like living in Tamworth so much, there's two pubs in the town centre with the word 'rock' in their name, Tamworth Rock and Sports Bar and Rock It.

I dragged Shelley in while we on route from The Phoenix to the curry house on Saturday evening. The place was fairly deserted, the music selection was fairly loud, and the drink selection was fairly limited. I nearly joined Shelley on the rarely seen Olde English cider but instead opted to play it safe with a pint of Guinness and instantly regretted my decision. It was one of those venues that, despite evidence suggesting otherwise, doesn't serve proper draught Guinness, instead they get a can from the fridge pour it into a glass then place it onto a plate device to give it its creamy head. I nearly told them to Pogue Mahone !! (Look it up, it's Gaelic).

Whilst certainly not to everyone's taste I did enjoy the music during our brief stay, what's there not to like about tracks from the likes of Metallica and Guns 'n' Roses?!!

We didn't stop long but we did laugh as we were leaving, we bumped into a character we had been talking to a couple of hours before (see The Bolebridge 10th May update). When we saw him earlier he was wearing a hat and a cape, seeing as he was now indulging in some good old rock 'n' roll he had changed into a straw hat and denim jacket !! How very very odd.

UPDATE 4th October

Following my trip to Derby to meet up with my mate Matt I had an hour or so to kill before I was due to meet Shelley at The Bolebridge so I decided to pop into Rock It for a beer and some classic rock. The one problem with Rock It is that the beer choice is anything but classic, the selection of draught beer was as follows : Carling (two pumps), Olde English cider, Coors or Guinness. I'm sure Alice Cooper's song Welcome to my Nightmare was written about my beer choice in Rock It !!

I was tempted to go down the bottle route but the fact that the beer selection in the fridge was obscured by a huge logo stating Frosted Beer ruled that option out. I reluctantly asked for a Carling darling.

The fact that I was proudly wearing my Dio Holy Diver tee shirt meant that although the beer was dreadful at least my attire wouldn't look out of place, mind you, I'm not convinced that Shelley would be overly impressed by my sartorial elegance when I met her later..

Unfortunately it seems that the rock fans in Tamworth may be a dwindling bunch, there were only another five people in the place, this number included a man in a wheelchair who twice had to be given oxygen by his two helpers !! At one stage I thought our numbers had swelled to six but the gentleman in question was from a neighbouring pub requesting change !!

Lack of numbers didn't matter, the play list left me feeling breathless (sorry, have I overstepped the mark?!!), Guns n Roses, Whitesnake, Metallica, AC/DC. I could have been at the O2 (now, now, that's enough, no more bad taste jokes !!).

The fact that I had arranged to meet Shelley meant that the numbers dwindled further when I left to the strains of Iron Maiden's Run to the Hills, which strictly speaking wasn't what I was doing, it was more of an amble to The Bolebridge !!