The interesting thing about different city pubs is that you never know what the hell you’ll find upon entering. This one, Victoria and Alberts, is actually in Scarborough and it is sort of the go to place for my family on any uninspired Friday night to grab a pint and chat. The place has its regulars like any pub, but this one has such a colourful mix of people and stories that it is just so much fun to go there! For instance, there is a woman, who is around 70 (we have this info from her much younger pal who accompanies her every Friday night and whom we call her daughter) and she loves to dance! She will throw a couple back and then get on the dance floor to show us her moon walk, which isn’t too bad. This is how she earned the name “Mrs. Jackson”. Every Friday you can see her become a star on the dance floor and it is always entertaining. The pictures below are from last christmas. She even gave my uncle a lap dance.
Last Friday we stopped in for a drink and met the most amusing couple of all. A woman, possibly older than Mrs. Jackson, came in with a man that we all presumed to be her grandson. He was young looking, 28 perhaps? The two made their way onto the dance floor and we all watched making comments like “awww isn’t that cute? A grandson dancing with his grandma!” Until he started to let his hands roam and the dancing became pretty steamy! It was a most interesting sight!
We have also been keeping up with the lastest gossip. Mrs. Jackson’s daughter is still dating a rather large man called Courtney, and we have been watching their relationship progress from the night they danced together for hours and ended up leaving together, (last christmas) to now. When we saw her come into the pub alone we all wondered, “Where is Courtney?” but he ended up showing later on and the two were as close as ever.
A woman, very attractive, whom we refer to as the P.T. (which stands for personal trainer which is her profession) was really into showing off that night! She ran up to the stage area to help Victor Shim (One man band with his pre-recorded tracks and his saxophone who actually played at my mom’s wedding) and grabbed the extra microphone to sing along to every song. It was really annoying.
Anyway, the pub is like a soap opera. So many stories and many interesting people. Friday can never be boring at V&A’s!
*Mrs. Jackson in blue top
