Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Thornhill Road, Rhiwbina [map]
Don't even think about trying to sneak into the Nine Giants unobserved. There are so many security cameras on the go, it's like entering the Big Brother house.
Except here you're more likely to spot someone you recognise.
Forget, for a moment, about the none-more-exciting news of being able to purchase a chicken wings sharer with Reggae Reggae Sauce for £5.99.
Focus, instead, on the far more significant fact of us having inadvertently captured a crime in progress: the pilfering - in broad daylight! - of the charity box from the bar. What sort of a heel would do such a thing?
If anyone recognises those thieving fingers, please contact South Wales Police immediately. The safe return of a couple of quid in small change, a few low-denomination foreign coins and some bits of fluff depends on it.
Behind the bar. Just goes to show: working in a pub's not all glamour, after all.
This is the more dining-orientated section, which is given the well-lit, thoughtfully shot photographic treatment it so richly deserves.
And the side in which the proper boozing takes place.
It's populated by pissheads half-watching some sort of sporting activity on the telly (of which they barely understand the rules), in between downing pints, indulging in some light bickering and resolutely failing to eat a proper meal in case it inhibits their appetite for subsequent ales. And that's just us.
One of the problems of going to the pub on a regular basis with The Photographer is that, like a small child, he requires constant entertainment. Luckily, this grabbing machine keeps him quiet for five minutes.
The outside bit. You've got to admire the optimism of whoever erected those huge parasols.
Less optimistic is the person who decided to clamp each of the chairs to the floor with a steel bracket. Mind you, shame they didn't think to do the same thing with that charity box.