There’s been a host of horrors for GBG completists in this year’s Guide. Brewery taps only open 11 days a year, Cricket clubs open for 8pm till midnight on Fridays, and the usual motley collection of micro pubs that open when they feel like it.
What would greet me at my penultimate Herts tick in marvellous Markyate ?
As LifeAfterFootball will know, the village is named after ’90s legend and Birmingham City team mate Mark Yates, whose miss-timed shot at nearby Kenilworth Road actually crossed the county boundary and landed just off the A5, flattening the original settlement. These things happen.
Nowadays Markyate has all the things a village of 3,135 needs. A Dog Café,
three (3) Indian takeaways, a Proper Pub,
an abandoned Benskins sign,
and our micro, hopefully opening on the dot of five (pm. It’s not Luton Airport).
I confess I was sceptical; but at 5.02 the door was open, and I was first in.
Well, not quite first. I’d been beaten there by about 330 Action Men, most sporting hipster beards.
The barrels contained the less hipster Tring, Rebellion and Chiltern.
The owners were actually away, but a lovely couple had returned from their new home in Carmarthen just to serve me a decent pint of Chiltern. The chatty lady even recommended it to me when I asked.
Places like this give micro pubs a good name.
Blondie’s Greatest Hits,
World Cup ’66 memorabilia,
and the sort of toilet humour invented just for BRAPA.
It was just about to get rowdy when I drank up, with regulars making a dash for the cult vinyl pile. For five points, name TWO of those LPs.