Ultimate proof that everything cost a shilling in 1972, including beer, just like everything cost a penny in 1952, and a groat in 1852.
Today’s post celebrates the ticking prowess of Pubmeister, who seems to have the same zest for football grounds as pubs.
I bet the matchday experience at Rossvale Juniors of Bishopriggs is better than my recent pub experience in Ross-on-Wye.
Duncan’s post on his trip can cover the entirety of Bishoprigg’s real ale outlets briefly; they’re marked on the handy WhatPub extract below.
My own ground-hopping ended at Middlesbrough v Southampton in 1999, having completed the 92 league grounds* in about 5 years. That’s pretty much when I moved onto GBG pubs, just when Mrs RM hoped I’d move onto the garden.
Anyway, Worcester. Home of the County Cricket Ground that is on my bucket list, though I’m currently stuck in the twilight zone between the famous cake being served at 3pm at New Road, but free entry not till after tea. What would Duncan do ?
You don’t think of Hereford or Worcester as a hotbed of football passion, but just down the road from the cricket is a shrine to the Bulls.
I’ll gloss over the fact The Old Bush at Callow End is in Worcs; some of Steve White’s less successful efforts on goal ended up on the county boundary.
Callow End has much for the Malverns dog walker, and lovers of black-and-white houses and smiley flags.
Pleasingly, also, a village local tucked down an unmarked lane, always a thrill for the pub ticker.
As is the sight of Boring Best Bitters, of course (Brown or otherwise).
Essentially an unpretentious (and cheap) dining pub for unpretentious gentle folk, I thought it was a bit of a gem, particularly with a cool Hobsons (NBSS 3) enjoyed on a self-guided tour of the rambling interior.
Lots of areas to hide with your half, or your ploughman’s, or your draughts.
You could, of course, drive a couple of miles to a Marston’s 2-for-1 in the hills, but then you’d never be reminded of the great glory-hunting days of 1972 and 1996,
or enjoy “The Boys of Summer” with your pint. Sorry Mudge, I left before Heart came on.
And in case our American and Canadian readers are wondering what the title is all about, here it is. Never forget the tackle
*Actually, 91 football grounds and a library in Islington