Brian ‘Streaters’ Streatfield
I was having a nice pint of Uley Bitter with that distinctive hoppy, fruity flavour, in the The Red Lion pub in Arlingham, Gloucestershire, with my mate Streaters, and let’s be honest, we were well and truly rat-arsed. And he says to me, “Yooo know sumfin Ian, when I was in my thirties and got a massive stiffy, I couldn’t bend it with either of my hands – how ever hard I tried. But when I was in my forties, I could bend it about ten degrees if I tried really hard. And then by the time I was in my fifties, I could bend it at least twenty degrees, no problem. Anyway, I’m gonna be sixty next week, and now I can almost bend it in half with just one hand!”
“And your fucking point is?” I said, as I tried to attract the attention of the beautiful landlord by waggling my empty glass at him.
“Well,” said Streaters, “I woz jus’ wonderin’ how much stronger I’m gonna get!”
A Celebration of The Life of Brian. Brian ‘Streaters’ Streatfield, born 4th October 1938 – 25th July 2014. He was like an Uncle to me, he was a dear, dear friend and I loved him very much.
This series of ‘Pub Jokes’ marked Streaters is my little tribute to a man who loved a pint in a good pub; he was also the bloke that I loved to have a pint with, and I’ll miss him forever. Rest in peace you wonderful old ‘B’