Hello and welcome to this the website for The Gowlett pub. We are a cracking local pub in Peckham, South London, always welcoming and always friendly. So we thought we should have a website to tell everyone what we've got going on and why they should come down and visit us... And as you sat by the computer, why not check out one of our latest online reviews - http://www.viewlondon.co.uk/pubsandbars/the-gowlett-review-17319.html

Anyway, have a look around our site to get a taste of the flavours we offer, then find yourself some free time and come down to meet us... Children are welcome, with adults, until 9pm... Or perhaps if you need to bring work with you, then grab your laptop, come down and use or free wireless connection,
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Thanks,
Jonny & Claire

Landlords Rant!

And just for a day it looks like Springtime is here! Although according to the bulbs at Kew Gardens it is in fact 3 weeks early... however, until i develop an external sense of temperature as sensitive as that of a crocus, I'll stick to me guns on the reckoning that outside, IS cold... But obviously not as cold as it horticulturally should be, bless'd be the bulbs, may they bring us light; or at least inherit the earth so it's not just Kew that reaps the benefit of global warming. Peas. TX

"ODE TO EAST DULWICH AND THE GOWLETT"

You've moved your home of many years, A place that brought you joy and tears. In Dulwich East you now reside, But there are things, you must decide. YouÕve met your neighbours, they seem nice, Perhaps from them you can ask advice, Where are the shops, Oh! go the whole hog, Is there a pub I can take my dog?

Yes we know of a pub that has certain charms, It's just around the corner, The Gowlett Arms... We've paid it a visit, the animals stare, But by and large they are friendly in there. You'll be made quite welcome, there's only a few, Oh by the way they let dogs in there too. You'll meet Tony and Brent and Steve and Paul, And before you know it you've met them all.

If you don't shake hands when you meet that mob, They will write you off as a terrible snob. When ladies enter be they Mrs. or Miss, You must remember to give them a kiss, The men who are with them, sometimes difficult to tell... Do they really want you to kiss them as well? Of that I am joking... I'll make it quite clear, I don't want the pub to stop serving me beer.

It's quiz night on Monday when Tim takes the chair, He's pleased to see all the regulars there, Some questions are easy and others quite hard, Varied from "what is a metre?" to "what is a shard?", We'll answer some questions which gives us a boost, But then the pigeons, come home to roost. On TV. and football we've not been too bad, But on all the others... it's been really sad.

He's given the answers but not one's we seek, Perhaps we'll do better, let's try it next week. It's not who you know, and it's not who you are, So long as you're friendly there's room at the bar. No room for pretentions and big heads are out, Just be your own self and you're in with a shout. Once you have been there, you'll feel the charms, Of having good mates... in The Gowlett Arms."

(Ron, hiding under his pseudonym of Philip Grainger)