The Royal Standard, Colliers Wood

good afternoon my decent fellowkind. one would just beg to interrupt you for a minute to ensure you are briefed on a fine return visit to the wonderful Royal Standarde.

my faithful companion Bertie and I decided yesterday, a fine autumn Wednesday afternoon, that it was time we were due to pay a visit to the sailor's favourite pub.

in we went to speak to the delightful burly chaps who we had spent many an afternoon with in the past. Although it is disappointing that the Royale Standarde does not cater for us hungry munchers, a couple of the burly sailor chaps helped out my Bertie when he was feeling most Peckish. Indeed, on my Bertie talking of his need for food, two of the burly sailor chaps didn't take Bertie for any old food; they were so kind that they took my Bertie out to the back garden for a spit roast.

My Bertie returned indoors a good 15 minutes later looking somewhat flustered. My Bertie did say he had never seen so much meat in his life. Indeed, the silly sausage still had mayonnaise around his lips! My Bertie must have been hungry.

My Bertie has stressed to me ever since that whenever he is feeling like getting his mouth around a nice joint of meat he will be paying a return visit to the Royale Standarde.

24 Sep 2009 13:13

The Royal Standard, Colliers Wood

good afternoon my fine fellow people. one would just like to interrupt you for a second to ensure you are fully briefed on a fine couple of afternoons spent in this luxurious establishment.

my companion Bertie and I were passing through the local manner of Royal Colliers Wood one afternoon last week and we stumbled upon this lovel gentleman's abode.

in we went for an afternoon or witty banter and intelligent debate.... fuelled by a positive quaffing of fine wine and real ale.

Bertie and i especially enjoyed the companionship of many of the colourful and vibrant local peasants we met during our pleasant afternoon. one chap in particular reminded me of one of my previous gamekeepers on my estate back in the home counties.

most excellent beverages were served, most polite staff, and Bertie especially enjoyed the arm wrestling contest with the burly Sailor chaps on the round the other side of the bar. The chaps were so kind to Bertie that they even took him to the bathroom to polish his helmet (which is strange as I'm sure he had left his helmet at home thinking about it). Bertie has been very excited about the place ever since and has reported that his helmet has been gleaming ever since. Indeed, my Bertie says that he did indeed pay further visits after our excellent afternoon last week, and he says that the big Sailor chaps not only gave his helmet a polish, but they also kindly oiled his tubing. Bertie was amazed and said that he had never seen so many Seamen in all his life.

I think Bertie and I will be spending many an evening down the Royal Standard.

18 Jul 2009 15:15