Myvod, Wednesburyback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
The younge fellow, hair slicked back with chivvi ,approached the bar as he watched his older friends disappear into the night via an awaiting taxi..Even though he had doused himself with Marbert man,he accepted this attempt at manhood would have never fooled the Wiley doormen at the piggot arms in the Hampton of wolves..The crisply turned out barman took a moment from polishing glasses and day-dreaming of the fatherland to acknowledge the youth with a heel click..."Could I have a can of IRN BRU and a packet of walkers smokey bacon with raw mushrooms in it please?"..The barman clicked his well shone knee-lenghth boots together once more and nodded ,to pay homage to the younge mans excellent choice..The boy took his delicious treats and walked out into the beer garden ,passing the fruit machine that would claim most of his future earnings at rubberastic ,excellently governed by Councillor Archer..Out in the garden in front of many puzzled patrons he ran excitedly through the "maze' for what seemed an eternity..."Hee hee hee...hee hee hee..."until exhausted with giddiness he fell flat on his back and stared up at the night sky and whisperd, in song..."you are my sunshoyne,my only sunshoyne,you make me happee when skoys are grey " and took a well earned bite from an apple
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Hello fellow Mivvy drinkers... The Plantet Earthe song made famous by the Brummie new romantics Duran Duran was literally on the radio only a moment ago. Which stimiliated my memory of listening to the tune back in the day sitting in the lounge of the Mivvy sipping a Vimto through a paper straw wondering what it would be like to have been going with my older mates who were quaffing beer waiting for the taxi to carry them off to the Dilke Arms or the Pigott Arms for a night out of heady dancing to the latest New Romantic tunes of the day.... And as the lights and lazers and mirrors would have certainly sent them into a frenzy of strange new dancing, somewhat robotic, as the yewth laughed drank and slapped the floor, feeling like the pop star of the time Jim Kerr, from the super group Simple Minds... Zioid Zioid.... Me.... I went home and dreamt of owning some terrapins from the pet shop in Union Street....
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Well it's great news that the sizzler meals will soon be flying off the menu in a
Pub that has held such dear memories for me over the last 38 years.
I was only thinking the other day of what Brian Hitler the old landlord back in the day would have to say if he could see his beloved Mivvy now.
Especially serving such fine fittle of pub grub to its awaiting hungry regulars.
I'm sure that it would probably turn Brian's sour face even more taint,
At the thought of serving greazy food in such a fine establishment.
Not on his watch would we ever get such meaty morcels in our time.
Back then it would have been a bag of KVE, a bag of Yampi Fries
As called by the lad from Bentley... Or alternatively a pack of ploughmans biscuits with a cheese triangle and a few silverskin pickle onions inside, that even the hardened discerning drinker could not resist... Catch you soon my ber swilling friends... BFG
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hey there fellow myvod fans..great to be back. ..and thanks to the bigfatget for those great memories..
Unfortunately the crew here at B.I.T.E have to start tonights review on a sombre note..
It has been brought to our attention that a pair of hoons have been spotted driving up a little too fast and coming to a skidding halt on the gravel in front of the Thicket residence, to the extent that Billy Pitcocks dad had to come out and tell them off...
The offenders were described as follows;- Passenger was verrr fat and verrrr smelly whilst the driver was a thin pale younge fellow wearing a blue cardigan and looking as if he were about to sneeze.
May we remind the public that a datsun cherry in the wrong hands can be a deadly weapon,and even though the offender may have only been trying to get to his destination to stop the engine before the good guitar bit in ' diamonds on the soles of her shoes' came on in order to rile his passenger this is no excuse for such anti- social behaviour..
Any how on that note drive safely and take care of mum..all at B.I.T.E
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The English music charts over the years have produced some of the finest tunes in the land... when you have such wonderful music as Plantet Earthe by Dran Dran nik nik , si le bo, rodger the dodger etc..... and the brilliant masterpiece from the early 1980s band The Skids, titled "Albert Tatlock" sucks his.....
And who could ever forget the classic song "small cheroot, black hat, cold eyes.... Malpaso man... from the ever so fashionable most underrated New Romantic group Visage... With Steve Strange and Rusty Egan fronting the culture beat youth craze...
Often played at the Pigott arms where you would be able to hear tunes like Changeling were changeling for you.... da de da da da da... da da da dum... and slap that bloody floor whilst feeling like a younge Jim kerr...
With VIP gusts like Porky, "not to be confused with porky prime cut" often seen frequenting the hotest new romantic bar in town...
If however you wanted a little something more underground, there was always the 5th nightclub where you could easily take two small mirrors onto to the dance floor whilst the 12" version of bedsitter by Soft Cell would be playing like a frenzied crescendo and as the tunes rang in your ears, you could try to catch a laser or two with the said mirrors and turn the dance into an amazing robotic symphony just like the robotic masters of the time " Tik and Tok".....
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..all i am want right,.is to find a nice pub in vicinity of my huge house to sit with my uncles and listen to jeff waynes musical masterpiece on duke box, and to try to blotting out what happen on that dark&fateful night in caldmore...and all i am see is stupid "one leg man 'mako440'and small boy in boxing with west indian ladies!!'
What is happening?!..make it staaaaap.!!..it is still coming owwwwt...naaauuughh!!!!!
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It was a shame that said videos were not around in the early 1970s as it would be certain that the young Pratt brothers would have offered a free delivery service of videos straight to your door via a pair of loverly Purple and Chrome Raleigh chopper bikes.......
It would also be quite a spectacle if the delivery was in the evening as if you lived in a road that had a big gradient incline, i am sure as eggs is eggs, the young Terry and lee would dazzle you with amass of sparks emitting from the heels of their platform shoes..... as the yound "fair kid" daredevils ride frantically "No handed" to off load their elder one legged brothers hoarde of viewing delights.....
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yes you did invest tres mucho mezzulla daughta..and dear dear brian was non to pleased..but i remember a similar situation at an illegal gambling den in the prince road vicinity ,where-by the proprietor did protest loudly when the two pound jackpot was arrived at through the fruit machine in the garden shed..but all that aside how i would love a nice video to watch when i arrive back at my house after calling in to the small off- licence attached to the myvod to pick up some nourishing KP nuts that slowly reveal those lovely curves in such a titalating way..
So instead of walking all the way to hobs road,ill just use the mobile service provided by those enterprising Pratt brothers,with their plethora of viewing entertainment located in the boot of their car...david recommends "Silent night ,deadly night" and i take him up on his excellent recommendation as some-one with a wooden leg and who bravely holds air-bombs while they go off at their bonfire-night celebration in their back yard has always received my utmost respect.
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I can remember the fruit machine with free parking as one of its features, also the adders and ladders to name but a few...
It was great beacause in the early days of frequenting (the Mivvy) as it was known by the regular locals, the jackpot was two pounds paid in cash, then when the massive increase on the payout went to three pounds, but alas it was paid in ten pence size brass tokens....
But if you was lucky enough to herald such a prize, you felt like the little kid who resembles a young Colin Clines from the great early 1970s film Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...
When the jackpot increased to four pounds, the tokens were the size of a 20p...
I remeber you could exchange them for hostelry goods from the bar, which if in the lucnchtime, would be no other than the smartly turned out landlord Brian.
He wasnt too happy when you did this, as he thought you was getting something for nothing... Did he not consider that I had just lamped over thirty pounds into his little machine situated adjacent from the ladies and gents toilets!!!!!
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ah yess...i spent a lovely evening here with my common -law wife Marion and our tiny little love child{soon to be O.P.F)..I must admit though the lurching heaving man-child thunking the fruit machine with continuous head -butts whilst humming a little known hit by the pop group "queen"did slightly detract from an otherwise very pleasant evening...luckily we had a beautifully executed painting of I CLAVDIVSto take our minds off the uncomfortable situation we found ourselves in ...a big thumbs up to our landlord and keeper Brian 1010
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Oh Gosh.... i remember walking past the Myvod on a dark and cold night and reading out Nosferatiattu emblazoned in white spray paint all over the wall of the bar.....
I bet the neatly dressed landlord Brian was not amused at this black country prank...I can imagine him trimming his neatly formed side burns looking in the mirror with a face the colour of beetroot because of his anger against this vile act of mindless vandalism.
I remeber Mr and Mrs nice tie frequenting the hostelry on most evenings in the themed lounge that was just like being on a film set from the classic film Spartacus... oooooh what a lovely picture....
If you wanted a Hot Pie, It was better if you went to the Woodman for that as Billy Pitcock would be in there lunchtime and early evening partaking in the popular pub meal... and with a nice bag o rots to finish with...
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Arriving at 1pm for a Sunday lunch, we soon found a table and ordered from the wide ranging menu. Food was served promptly, and was of excellent quality, as were the deserts, which were twice the size (and half the price) of many similar establishments. The Myvod had quite loud "background" music, and a convivial atmospher, which meant that out hour for the lunch was very enjoyable. A bar area in the front of the pub was also busy, and all the staff we encountered were enthusiastic and friendly.
If you want a first class value Sunday lunch for two, including drinks, for less than �20, try the Myvod, Wednesbury.
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great pub to pop into(even though it closed 2 yrs ago) for a relaxing lager and tonic.Brians allways well turned out in leathere fronted cardigan and neat trimmed sideburns and has allways got plenty of 10 pees for the yewsh(but there is always a spare un in the foot)after tou can pop dwn to perrrenporthe near lands end and wander round the graveyard at rame church
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Errrrrm.... you're right .... and it isn't
By far the best pub in the area and although its no "eatery" the meals are amazing value and great. Cask beer and a bit of entertainment. dont think any locals could be disgusted at all.
anonymous - 26 Jul 2007 22:04 |
Closed yesterday 14/4/07 much to the locals disgust to be turned into an eatery.
Not the thing to do with an estate pub in Wednesbury.
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