It gives me no pleasure to bring you diary extracts recording my adventures in dull or undrinkable beer this summer. Not much pleasure, anyway.
Better news is on the way; everything I drank in Blackpool last night was cool and tasty last night, even in the recently maligned Pump & Truncheon. High turnover is (nearly) everything.
What should have been my last Gloucestershire tick came in Brislington, which makes Kingswood look posh.
I didn’t notice any Brislington recommendations in Boak & Bailey’s marvellous pub guide to Bristol, and the sign outside the Kings Arms (apostrophe meltdown for Russ !) tells us this is the place folk drive past en-route to the giant trading and retail estates along Bath Road.
It looks a cracker.
And inside it’s everything a card-carrying member of the esteemed “Beer & Pubs Forum” could hope for. Spacious, quirky, comfortable. A winner, surely ?
But on a Friday afternoon there were five bikers on Heineken getting ready for their big trip to Keynsham, and no-one drinking the Courage or Dawkins, which was suffering in the heat but would otherwise have been “a nice drink” (NBSS 2). A bored barman with giant headphones on (not Dr Dre, at least) said neither “please” or “thank you.
I couldn’t finish my “Resoloution” (which might be an alternative title for this blog) and considered a use for this mini-toilet on the floor of the bar,
Before finding the much more suitable repository in the Gents (top). Goal !!!*
If you want to see the video footage of the drain pour, look at my Instagram Account here.
*That’s a football reference.