Due to public demand I’m using the extra hour to bring you a bonus post from the home of ’80s musical giants Kajagoogoo.
They lost their googoo for a while in the mid-80s. Don’t we all.
There’s a tribute to the boys in Leighton Buzzard town centre, but really it’s the stunning pub stock that puts the town on the tourist map.
Sadly, no time for Bass in the Black Lion or the fish tank in the Red one on the way to the eponymous Brewery Tap.
There’s one certainty about a visit to a brewery tap; you’ll find it shut. Or think it is.
And so it was I stood despairingly at the entrance of a clearly closed brewery for a good, oh, twelve seconds before turning 180 degrees and seeing an identical sign across the road indicating the shop.
“Everyone does that, even me” said the cheery chap just opening up.
Here’s the Tap, the embodiment of function over form.
Clearly folk (“Buzzards” ?) do walk out here on Fridays and Saturdays for their growlers of local beer, but the four craft keg taps (and fridge of interesting cans) were a surprise.
Apparently they put on food carts and live music to drag folk away from the delights of the High Street. Not sure if that dart board is a wise idea.
There are folk who’d venture here just to admire the Greene King and Ely Ales bar trays, of course.
I compared notes on places I’d seen their beers, sent as far as Barnet apparently.
“Do you get many folk here because you’re in the Beer Guide now ?” I asked innocently, over a cool half of Buzzard (NBSS 3.5).
His eyes lit up.
“Oh yes, we had the Pub Master here last week !”
“Was he Scottish ? Bang on about moths ?” etc. etc
Apparently Duncan’s visit had been a sensation, though the five matches before lunchtime in the Dunstable Women’s League Cup had attracted most admiration.
Decorum suggested I take Mrs RM a bottle back.
No. Not ALL of them.