Whitelock’s is an old, original type of English Pub. Hidden away in the centre of the City of Leeds,West Yorkshire. As young men we used to go there for a couple of hours every Saturday night after work, we only had two pints and then home. The idea was to talk and joke away the weeks stresses, we called it ‘ Choir Practice’.
clarty – dry or sticky
Ginnel – alley,snicket
No3 – dark ale
India Pale Ale – light coloured,strong,heavily hopped beer
Puds – Yorkshire Pudding always with onion gravy. Savoury batter baked Pudding.
Dog-eared – tatty,ragged,frayed at the edged
A genuine English pub should be classed as one of those rare breeds,
as these days there are few around, it’s lucky that this Gem in Leeds
can even now be found.
Stretching out along the yard, dark Ginnels guard it from each end.
A secret Oasis of fine Ale, a haven where strangers you’ll befriend
from city, town or dale.
Dark and regal inside defying the constant onslaught of time
worn copper slop trays, rest beneath a yellowed ceiling’s grime,
tell of it’s glory days.
An old lad in the corner who’ll talk to you for a pint of India Pale,
looking dog-eared, he gets so clarty he hints, when telling his tale,
froth clinging to his beard
Another plate of Puds & Gravy hurries to the hungry corner table
by a waitress in black & white. This place abhors the theme label,
with it’s corporate blight.
No3 is drawn by ceramic hand pumps, and with full glass held high,
is examined for clarity and head, a simple ritual ,from days gone by,
of nods and words unsaid.