Not only did I make it to Newcastle, I reckon 3 hrs 45 from Cambridge might be a record, so I reckon Si is right about a lot of fuss about nothing over the Beast.
Sadly, Mrs RM chose not to join me on the temperamental Metro to the centre, put off by the possibility of being stuck in the Bigg Market with hordes of bare-chested Geordies (sounds fun to me).
Seven Tyne & Wear GBG pubs to do, two in Newcastle, so I started with the easy ticks and an instruction to bring back some curry.
Newcastle never disappoints, and an estimated 17 feet of snow hadn’t deterred the revellers as I exited at Haymarket.
The “famous” Strawberry is one of those GBG pubs I’m sure I’ve done before on a trip to St. James Park. But the master spreadsheet says otherwise, and the spreadsheet is never wrong. I reckon I’m confusing it with the “famous” Trent House.
And here it is, round the corner from the Chinese Arch.
Suddenly I feel an urge to switch from Indian to Chinese.
There are few pubbier places to be than outside St James Park on match day. Tonight it was an Under 23 game against Aston Villa, the sort of fixture in a blizzard that only the Pubmeister can warm to.
A busy Strawberry seemed more interested in the pool than the team news for tomorrow’s defeat at Anfield. and the pub had the cheery feel you only get when a pub doesn’t rely on meals.
It’s a very typical town centre Geordie pub; multiple TV screens, Shearer and Gascoigne, adverts for two pint glasses (I resisted),
I went for Rivet Catcher for sentimental reasons, but Jarrow’s finest seemed a little tired despite being a decent temperature (NBSS 2.5/3).
But the lacings were exemplary, and as you know lacings are everything.