Sunday 23 January 2011

Poems and Pictures in Pubs

Pubs used to be full of pictures like this one, which I found in The Plough on Little Russell Street. (Click to enlarge)

I mean, it's not a good poem, and the picture is never going to make it to the Louvre. Like Lord Lucan, this sort of thing is interesting because it's vanishing. Pictures like these are being ripped down and replaced with chrome radiators and funky Ecuadorian carvings and ironic bits from converted churches, so this minor and meagre art-form will be lost forever unless Something is Done.

So I thought I'd preserve some on Inky Fool. If you see a picture like this, take a photo, e-mail it to me and I'll put it up on a quiet and snoozeful Sunday.


  1. It's a shame that things like this are disappearing from our pubs. I'd rather see this on the wall than some ultra-modern radiator or something.

  2. The Antipodean, using the term art-form rather loosely,24 January 2011 at 15:16

    Dogberry, if you're going to preserve an art-form then I think it needs a name.

    I propose the Crepuscular Nostril-Steam School, but I'd welcome pithier suggestions.