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BITS AND BOBS ............................... PUB: JW LENNON’S Painting by Jay Collins Check out old photos of <strong>Brighton</strong> and you can see that before the widening of Edward Street in the sixties, it was much more like its neighbour St James Street: narrow, and lined with shops and pubs. James Gray, the photo archivist, recorded that earlier in the 20th century ‘one in every three buildings in Edward Street was a beerhouse’. Now there are just two, The Jury’s Out and, a bit further up the hill, JW Lennon’s. The latter pub was so named in August 2010, when it was taken over by Drink In <strong>Brighton</strong>, and given an Irish-American make-over, with sawdusty wooden floors and a jumble of Victorian-era decorations, including a rowing boat on one of the walls. They had open-mic nights and live bands and huge hotdogs and attracted a lively crowd of twenty-somethings. But not enough, presumably, as they sold the operation on in <strong>November</strong> 2010 ‘to a bloke called Phil’. I pop in one late Friday lunchtime, and am told by the Irish barman they don’t do food; he serves me the cheapest pint of Kronenbourg I’ve had in <strong>Brighton</strong> for several years (£3.50) and I go and sit down with it, checking out the décor (unchanged since its DIB days, boat and all) and the clientele (a couple of old guys reading the paper, a cheerful chap watching the cricket and a young trio chatting earnestly about the differences between San Francisco and <strong>Brighton</strong>). One of them is brought a pint of Guinness by said barman, who tells her, proudly, that ‘it’s been poured as it ought to be poured’. I realise I’ve blundered, and make a mental note to try the porter next time. A sign on the wall tells me the bit of the pub I’m sitting in used to be a greengrocer’s; the original pub (which was called the Leconfield Arms until 2010) used to be split in two, with a public bar and a lounge. It’s hard to imagine this: both must have been tiny. The far windows must date back to that period, as ‘private bar’ is written into the elegant lead-panelled window panes. The pub is first listed in 1867, named after the then Lord Lieutenant of Sussex, George Wyndham, Baron of Leconfield, owner of Petworth House. The little pub would have been a far cry from the stately mansion: Edward Street was on the edge of the first <strong>Brighton</strong> area to be slum cleared, as early as 1898. Alex Leith ....19....