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Jolly Milkman
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Picture source: Andrew
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The Jolly Milkman was situated on Lower Mortlake
Road. This Watneys pub was closed in the early 2000s and is now used as a
restaurant. This was the only pub in Great Britain to bear this name. |
Source: Chris Forester |
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The Jolly Milkman pub changed its name to The
Pickled Newt sometime in the mid 1990’s (around 1995), possibly to attract a
new younger age group but probably due to new management. It reverted back
to the Jolly Milkman only a few years after this (probably changing hands
again) in about 1999 or 2000, before closing in the early 2000’s (2003?).
The pub didn’t have a mixed clientele, but was largely working class, and
would have been used by people employed at the Watneys brewery opposite. It
would have competed with The Jolly Gardener (which was, and still is
directly opposite); and also other pubs in the area such as Charlie Butler,
and The Railway (both of which have also closed).
The pub may have been empty for a year or so before becoming ‘The Tapestry’
restaurant (2004?)- which it still is today. The name ‘The Tapestry’ refers
to the ‘Mortlake Tapestries’ that Mortlake was famous for in medieval times
- long before Watneys built their brewery nearby in 1869. |
Rob Tyman (November 2013) |
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All my uncles were coopers at Mortlake
brewery from the 1940’s through to the 1960’s we lived at No 6 Lower
Richmond Road a tied cottage then which later was demolished.
Even though they got 8 pints of beer a day from the brewery for doing their
work which was very hot because of the fires lit inside the barrels during
the process they still drank at this pub in the evenings. This was their
local. My earliest memory of it was standing outside aged 6 having just won
a goldfish at the fair. My jam jar broke and the fish fell to the ground, my
uncle promptly picked it up and put it into his pint. As it was strong ale I
doubt it survived but he did the best he could. I am 75 now so that must
have been in 1949. These pubs always exist in the summer heat in my memory
and the smell of spilt beer and sounds of good cheer are lovely. We lived
with the smell of hops all my young life. |
Chris Pawley (April 2018) |
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