HOW BIZARRE – MORE MORECAMBE

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Any excuse for some Kiwi/Polynesian pop/rap crossover.

This was the tune that stuck in the brain after I popped back to the Royal, before realising I’d forgotten to get a Chinese takeaway.

They don’t write them like that anymore.  Weirdly, that track from 1996 (where were you in 1996 ?) was the most contemporary thing I heard all night. Until Ed.

Anyway, last knockings from a Thursday in Morecambe, a last knocking too far but at least it gave me one last glance at the magical Bay.

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Magical Morecambe
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Morecambe, named after the eponymous hotel

I have no idea why I felt the need to return to the Morecambe Hotel while I waited for my salt and pepper chicken from Jumbo (A-).  Perhaps it was the lure of these fellas;

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Jam Jars ! With handles !

But I think it was because I was keen to tell you how cask was holding up in the Summer of ‘76 ’18.

The Morecambe, a boutique hotel on Lord Street (Morecambe’s Lord Street),  was winding down for the evening, leaving just the Prosecco Ladies of Lunesdale.

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Boutique

I couldn’t get a steer on cask choice from them, but luckily there were only two on, so I had a 50% chance in the beer lottery.

Now which one would you go for, the Aussie-themed Otter or the World Cup-themed Holt, presumably in the pumps since England crashed out ?

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Where’s the handles on the jam jars

Well, the Otter was dire, unfortunately, and coupled with a burst of “Galway Girl” that caught me unawares, I decided to reappraise my positive view from last year.

But the Otter was changed instantly, with good grace, and on the patio (Ed Sheeran free) I enjoyed a Holt as cool and hoppy as anything I’ve had from Manchester’s finest (NBSS 4).  On balance, it retains the coveted two tick status on the retiredmartin spreadsheet.

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A Holt winner at 3.5%

Back to Jumbo to pick up a container of frightening heat and then home.

Of course, you can’t legally walk past an open Wetherspoons, particularly one disfigured with scaffolding and no customers.

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“Refurb”

The White Witch, with my first Spoons voucher of the year, was well worth the exorbitant £1.39 a pint (NBSS 3), but Spoons lacked BRAP-level drama.

And thence to bed, via the wool shop.

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Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

11 thoughts on “HOW BIZARRE – MORE MORECAMBE”

  1. I’ve always liked the way they let the boats just rise and fall with the tide. In the US coastal areas I have lived they are either too rocky or just use moorings as a preference. Really sets off the photo.

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  3. “(where were you in 1996 ?)”

    Well, in November I was busy being a single parent and working rotating shifts round the clock (evenings, midnights and weekends included) while my wife was personal chef to Raymond Chretien as he traveled throughout Africa (mainly around Rwanda) trying to broker some sort of peace deal after the Rwanda crisis.

    “Jam Jars ! With handles !”

    If they have handles wouldn’t they then be reclassified as some sort of mug?

    “Where’s the handles on the jam jars”

    Exactly! 🙂

    “And thence to bed, via the wool shop.”

    Was that detour in order to buy something to sleep with or just to help you count sheep to get to sleep? 😉

    Cheers

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