My journey back from Manchester was enlivened by news reports on the craze sweeping the country (i.e. the South) for grown men to dress up as dogs.
My only comment is that you can’t possibly drink a pint of Bass wearing that outfit.
The debate (what is there to debate ?) brought to mind my pub stop in Hartshead last Saturday night, where half the patrons were canine (real, I think).
I suspect this robust bit of West Yorkshire, technically within the Spen Valley, would be happy to take the money of folk dressed up as dogs, cats or sheep, as long as they produced the requisite club membership card or CAMRA identification. Under the new CAMRA lines a Caffreys T-shirt will no doubt be sufficient to identify you as a supporter of quality beer.
The beer round the valley has been consistently good over the years, driven by the Ossett estate and some quality free houses.
A choice in the Hartshead of Copper Dragon, Saltaire, Abbeydale and Moorhouses is plenty for me. If only I’d been able to see the Blond Witch pump clip I’d have known it was sexist, but I panicked. Excellent pint for £2.90 (NBSS 3.5), very sherbety as our Yorkshire friends would say.
A few too many dogs for my liking, more because I like my personal space than I dislike animals in pubs per se.
It feels clubby, with pool in the corner, children sent to the corner with I-Pods, and “Hot Stuff” leading a late ’70s soundtrack typical of suburban Hudders.
Hard to fault, though you don’t want to be out and about in Yorkshire too late after dark on your own.
Having told you about Felix in Levenshulme, I thought the case for pub cats was pretty well incontrovertible, but a few folk have commented on their cat allergies. I ask them this, would they prefer to sit next to a tattooed bloke in full feline costume ?