As the great BRAPA says in his latest post,
“let’s face it, the ‘Beast from the East’ has been more like the ‘Kitten from Thames Ditton’ so far”
Mrs RM is stuck in Berwick on Tweed as I write.
I did suggest she get out and walk across the holiday park to the Free Trade Inn, but the line went dead at that point. It was so bad she had to resort to bottled beer on her 6 hour train trip.
I’m making Mrs RM my “Hero of the day“, like in the M People song we all hate even though they’re Mancs. It could be you tomorrow, if you come round in your 4 x 4 and drive me to a pub in East Sussex.
I was a Pub hero last night, braving a five minute walk to the Sun.
Pubs look even better in the snow, as long as the beer supplies get through.
I popped in for “a cheeky half*” while my Crispy Beef and Singapore Rice was expertly prepared by Chung Hwa.
The lounge bar was empty (it’ll be full tonight for the quiz), so I joined a handful of Professional Drinkers at the bar ready to watch Tottenham v Rochdale. The landlord is a Spurs supporter, but the midweek crowd comprised West Ham, Man U, Cambridge and Liverpool fans (I never own to my own allegiance, of course).
Oh, look, Plum Porter.
It’s been a while. In the first half of 2017 PP was everywhere, and I’ve missed it. I blame Matthew Lawrenson for drinking too much.
This was gorgeous. No too cool, a rich, thick winter warmer of a beer. (NBSS 4).
It was so good I stopped for a second, and pretended to be interested in the match. And just look at those lacings, mmmm.
Inevitably you’re drawn into discussions on the controversial points in the match, which was all of them last night. The only surprise was that no-one said “Harry Kane, ‘e’s no good“. Perhaps because he wasn’t playing.
In the half hour I was there (they cook your Chinese fresh at Chung Hwa), I learnt one thing;
VAR is a desperate attempt to salvage the reputation of the FA Cup by making football a laughing stock. It might just work.
I left before the deserved ‘Dale equalizer. No idea who won.
*Only southerners say this