Well, the world of pub blogging has gone Isle of Man crazeee. Following BRAPA, Pubmeister, the blog-shy Maltmeister and myself to the land of the £2.70 pint and never-ending hen party is Lady Sinks the Booze (post here).
In what looks a bit like retro-stalking, Kirsty even stayed in the Glenfaba* and drank the ultra rare Okells, just like what we did.
Back on my crawl, you’ll be pleased to hear I’d finally ordered my Salt & Pepper Chicken from Hot Wok on Granville Street, promising to pop back before 1am.
I was surprised that Hot Wok didn’t have an Okells handpump; everywhere else on the Isle does. Dave (local CAMRA legend, keep up) told us they have 100% cask coverage. We’ll see about that Dave.
On the way to Samuel Webbs, our GBG newbie, we were distracted by the bright lights and art deco scaffolding of Quid’s Inn, the Douglas fun pub.
“You’re not going in THERE ?” squeaked Dave. Possibly not, but we were now.
This is the equivalent of a pub tour in Manchester where you end up in Yates or the English Lounge, and is the mark of a proper #PubMan (buy the tie).
Anyway, you put a quid in the turnstile to get in. Keeps out the riffraff. I might have borrowed a quid off someone.
I have no idea if the drinks were all a quid. I doubt it. I can’t even score the Okells, as I was able to Campaign for Keg Bass. Very good it was too.
Live music again, very good/naff depending on your age. Worth a quid of your money, and no Coldplay covers.
We were disappointed when they finished (it was midnight), but perked up when the Cult videos started up. It was 33 years ago, but I don’t remember those lyrics to “She Sells Sanctuary“.
I remember nothing about the Samuel Webb, bar the half of Okells waiting for me when I walked in at 00:20 waving a bag of Salt & Pepper chicken. The Chinese, however, was not so easily forgotten (A-).
*Hope she didn’t find one of our socks under her bed. If she did, it’s PO Box 81773.
Thanks to Pubmeister for the use of his classic turnstile photos. I’ve deleted the rest, Duncan.