Worryingly, I’ve become a bit addicted to my local.
First, the Sun introduced Punk IPA. But while we drank the evil keg, it was noticeable that everyone else was on the cask; 10 pints in a row in the lounge.
Then, last week, this;
If you live in Derby, or Stoke, or even Plymouth, you may wonder what the fuss is about. But sightings of Draught Bass in Cambridgeshire are rarer than calls to Fenland Mountain Rescue.
The bell on the bar ought really have been rung to announce the arrival of the sacred liquid (I only live 300 yards away), rather than to summon Landlord Andrew from the public bar.
It was a good Bass while it lasted, perhaps more in keeping with the tight creamy headed version of south Derbyshire than the flat Bass of my dreams, but still a joy.
The Bass has gone, but I was
bullied tempted back last week by the Thursday pub quiz. Mrs RM has been trying to get me to do this for many years, ever since I beat a Weakest Link runner-up at a Mark Warner holiday camp quiz in 2002. My prize was two pints of Fosters.
We dragged an intelligent friend from Kloppland (Dortmund) along with us, and settled down with pints of Punk and something pale from Pennine (NBSS 3.5). Plus some hot nuts, of course.
Obviously, we’d turned up an hour early which meant that a) We got a seat, b) We weren’t at our best when it started. That’s fine, we had an excuse.
We also had a name, Ein Kerl ziemlich normaler Proportionen, which we couldn’t usedas it was unfair on the Quizmaster. So DortBeach it is, which is rubbish.
Actually, we weren’t bad, but competing against Post Grad students and professional quizzers from Landbeach, we struggled with questions requiring actual knowledge.
And then the Punk IPA ran out*. Actually run out, no more barrels. Mrs RM looked very guilty but still had the last half.
Tellingly, the next question was
“Name the two animals in Punch & Judy”
“Sausages !!!” shouted Mrs RM.
Let that be a warning to you.
*We popped in the Sun last night. The Punk IPA has been replaced with a weaker Black Sheep craft keg wannabe. Oh dear.