The Murderer’s on Timberhill
5pm on Timberhill and I’m in the The Murderer’s with a pint of Redwell beer. I’ve tried a few fancy bars in Norwich, but always seem to gravitate back here where there’s always a great atmosphere and a variety of beer. The only problem is that sometimes it’s awkward to see what’s on the bar as the area where the pumps are is a popular place for sitters and leaners.
A cheer goes up marking someone’s arrival. The couple opposite me kiss and sip their drinks. Another couple play the quiz machine and lose. So they play again and lose.
Behind the bar the Landlord pulls a pint. It’s Friday night and all this is his.
I empty my glass and head for the Grosvenor Fish Bar on Lower Goat Lane.
McDonalds on Hay Hill
The queue winds its way a little down Pottergate. Their Friday night Fizz ‘n’ Chips is popular. You can grab a portion of sausage and chips and head over to the Birdcage to eat them with a glass of Prosecco. I’ve no time to queue tonight so rather reluctantly I make my way to McDonalds on Hay Hill where a very different type of customer order their burgers and fries with coke.
6.30pm and time to move out of the warmth of McDonalds and into St Lawrence’s Church on St Benedict Street for Sounds of Silents – Gothic Film: Gothic Fiction.
Gothic readings at St Lawrence’s Church
The first hour is taken up with five reading of Gothic literature and poetry. The authors struggle with the dim light and need assistance from someone with a torch. It all adds to the atmosphere and a chill runs up my spine and down into my legs and toes. There’s no heating. There’s no plumbing either. We were warned to ‘go before we came’, which I did. My only mistake is not getting a seat closer to the film projector’s fan of warm air.
The second part of the evening is a showing of the 1922 film Nosferatu with live music from Minima. Percussion led guitars and a cello. A superb and sometimes musically amusing accompaniment the the restored Dracula based film. You can get a taste on the Minima website.
To add to the atmosphere of watching such a classic film in a dark, disused church on a cold night in Norwich, for the final ten minutes or so the moon appears through the stained glass windows high above where once there was an altar.
A little after 10pm and I’m outside again and regretting that I didn’t queue for sausage and chips earlier.