Monday, 2 June 2014

82 The Grey Horse - Stockport


First  visited : 2  June  2014

The  Grey  Horse  sits  on  the  B6169  ( Broadstone   Road  )  on  a  bend  near  the  large  Broadstone  Mill.  It  is  probably  in  Reddish  rather  than  Stockport.

It's  a  bigger  place  than  you  imagine  from  the  outside. Now  owned  by  the  Joseph  Holt  brewery  it's been  kept  in  good  shape. The  furnishings  are  clean  and  comfortable  but  it's  a  bit  soulless  even allowing  for  the  fact  I  was  visiting  in  the  early  afternoon  at  the  start  of  the  week. The  wall decorations  are  a  bit  ad  hoc  and  the  over-sized  lamp  shades  look  really  out  of  place. There  are plenty  of  screens  for  the  football  and  a  heated  covered  terrace  for  the  smokers  but  nothing  to encourage  a  return  visit.

Walking  along  Broadstone  Road  I  found  myself  wondering  what , if  anything, my  companion  35  years  ago, Stephen  now  remembered  of  these  trips.

It  was  obvious,  long  before  he  left  school  just  under  three  years  later,  that  our  friendship  had become  an  embarrassment  to  him. At  the  tail  end  of  1979  he'd  bought  into  the  Mod  Revival  in  a big  way  and  being  "cool"  was  all  important  to  him. I  was, as  he  gently  put  it, a  "boring  square" and everything  we'd  done  up  to  that  point  a  childish  thing  to  be  put  away. C'est  la  vie  as  they say.

Before  I  left  Littleborough  in  1997  I  used  to  see  him  around  every  now  and  then  and  he'd  be friendly  enough. He   had  a  job  in  catering  and  got  married  in  his  early  twenties  but  it  was  over  by the  time  he  was  30. I  don't  think  there  were  any  kids.

You  would  assume  he  now  has  a  less  Stalinist  view  of  our  activities  but  it's  unlikely  much  detail  survived  the  purge. My  guess  is  he  would  be  able  to  name  a  few  places  we  went  to  and  roughly  the  time  frame  ( by  an  unhappy  chance  it  wasn't  long  before  his  gran,  who  brought  him  up  and  was  a  lovely  person , died )   but  little  else. That  I  was  preserving  the  memory  like  this  would  no  doubt  embarrass  him  anew.