I am saddened to hear another old chum died on Saturday at 56 of a brain tumour.
I missed you when I left England and now forever more.
I met him at The Colony Room in 2006 and became addicted to him. When that folded I followed him about.
If you have ever had a cocktail almost anywhere in the world there is a good chance Dick Bradsell had something to do with it. There are hundreds of articles online about him so you you can find out for yourself.
Here are two rare photos of him in The Colony
(No Photos, No Phones, No fuckin' Jokes)
I think he was showing me a bill, or a writ.
Changing the loo paper roll in a hurry
And here he is sounding like himself and Grayson Perry
NEW YORK TIMES
He once said that of all the bars where he had worked, his favorite was the Colony Room, a famously divey den where the likes of the artists Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud went to slum and where shaking cocktails was discouraged.
“The owner hating me making cocktails so much, he used to hide my equipment,” Mr. Bradsell said in an interview. When a fellow bartender arrived, he said, he improvised and used his fingers to strain his friend’s drink.
A Tio Pepe Fino Sherry enthusiast friend of mine was 80 this week. I took my guitar into the Flamenco Bar on the off chance he might fancy playing it. He grabbed it and didn't stop for an hour. Then he cornered me and asked: “Can you bring your guitar to Manolo's Bar this Tuesday, I'm going to celebrate the birthday of another Tio Pepe drinker, he'll be be 91.”
Cheers to that.
Antonio plays to a portait of Paco De Lucia.