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grldtnr

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I have been a fan of Echo and the Bunnymen for many a year. Tonight following a conversation with a friend I know realise the lead singer Ian McCulloch has the the same surname as my great granny. Do you think we might be related.
Or do I need to start a thread things so obvious how did you miss them.

I have been a fan of Echo and the Bunnymen for many a year. Tonight following a conversation with a friend I know realise the lead singer Ian McCulloch has the the same surname as my great granny. Do you think we might be related.
Or do I need to start a thread things so obvious how did you miss them.

You could always write and ask , Dear Mr. Echo .... Just like Rik did.
But it's likely you get a reply that his just a driving instructor from Johannesburg, who keeps tropical fish in his underpants, ,and his name is Jerzey,...
 

PeteXXX

Cake or ice cream? The choice is endless ...
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Which was better: 'Double Diamond' or Watney's 'Red Barrel'?
 

Chris S

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Location
Birmingham
I have been a fan of Echo and the Bunnymen for many a year. Tonight following a conversation with a friend I know realise the lead singer Ian McCulloch has the the same surname as my great granny. Do you think we might be related.
Or do I need to start a thread things so obvious how did you miss them.
McCulloch is a fairly common Scottish surname.
 

grldtnr

Über Member
Before my time - I do remember my Dad drinking them

With no defference to your Daddo.....hardly a ringing endorsement, I on the other hand Egan developing a more cultured palette , unsullied by 'bleedin' Watneys Red barrell, I had discovered cycling by then, and was being led to brighter horizons of country pubs and cider & Cask ale's , but the ubiquitous ploughman's lunch
 

Jenkins

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Location
Felixstowe
Here's the bit from the sketch. Was 'Red Barrel' possibly the Carlsberg or Fosters of its time in being cheap and sold everywhere?
I'm not old enough to have ever sampled it (or DD for that matter)

Tourist: Yes I quite agree I mean what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamari's and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's sun cream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day."

Bounder: (agreeing patiently) Yes absolutely, yes I quite agree...

Tourist: And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.

Bounder: (beginning to get fed up) Yes, yes now......

Tourist: And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local color and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" and complaining about the food - "It's so greasy isn't it?" - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres.
 
With no defference to your Daddo.....hardly a ringing endorsement, I on the other hand Egan developing a more cultured palette , unsullied by 'bleedin' Watneys Red barrell, I had discovered cycling by then, and was being led to brighter horizons of country pubs and cider & Cask ale's , but the ubiquitous ploughman's lunch

Well no - but he didn;t drink much

and I was a kid - so only saw him drinking halves in hotel bars

so it was basically the only beer available
 
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Accy cyclist

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Which was better: 'Double Diamond' or Watney's 'Red Barrel'?

Difficult one, they were both good.
The double diamond worked wonders.

Before my time - I do remember my Dad drinking them
Do any of you remember Colt 45, which was an American pale ale in the 1970's. My mum and dad used to give me a can, and also a tin of Mackeson before they went out on a Saturday night, with me having one of dad's Benson & Hedges ciggies I'd nicked from his packet earlier in the week. Heck, I was only 13 at the time!! :ohmy: :laugh:
 
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